I pulled into my parking space morning, right next to another woman who had just pulled in. As I get my shit together, I look over. She is still in her car. It’s an older black lady, with beautiful steel grey dreds neatly pulled back. Beautiful (hand made?) african-type garment on. And she is GROOOVIN’ to whatever music she is listening to. She is swaying her head side to side, she’s got the arm motions going, a BIG smile on her face. Whatever she is listening to must be AWESOME.

Do you have a menal “ear” of what kind of music she might be listening to?

Good. So did I.

I get out of my car - she’s got her stereo BLAZING…but…wait…umm…who is that singing? It’s mellow and smooth…NOT at all what I was expecting.
I walk over to her when she sees me staring. “i want to listen to what YOU’RE listening to, you seem like you’re in a GREAT mood!”

Her smile gets even bigger, as she continues to get her groove on. “It’s JAMES TAYLOR! I LOVE me some James Taylor!”

whoa.

awesome.