You ever get in that hypnotic state of driving, where everything around you ceases to exist because it is the same roads you drive everyday, the same path you know. The cars around you become blurs of red, white, silver, blue, black... Blobs of nothing in your peripheral vision as you coast down the freeway, the side roads, the stop signs. Your legs and arms creating the natural motions like a puppet.
And then a song comes on the radio and wakes you up. And you stare at the radio, the clock, the digits, as if a picture is coming out at you, as if you were staring into someone's eyes. It is as if the gods of radio set their satellite to you and it is a special dedication. It is Casey Kasem and he is speaking right to you. You are in your own movie, this is happening, live it. Be narcissistic for this time, it is ok. You are allowed. Sometimes it is allowed to be all about you. So Casey is saying to you, "this one goes out special to you, kid... From me."
And for those 2-6 minutes you remember. To listen.
Songs are being dedicated to you all the time, kid. Don't be numb and fail to hear them.
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