Day 10861


Today I drove to town with my dad’s car. When I returned home I parked the car in the same spot where it had been parked before I went to town. I had been listening to soft blues rock music on the radio. It sounded a bit like Bob Dylan, or JJ Cale, or Dire Straits, but different. It was the last song of a concert set, so I decided to stay and sit in the car for a few minutes more, till the song would finish. I started to fiddle with the equalizer settings but struggled with navigating the board computer. At one point I accidentally switched the source from “radio” to “CD” and right back again. I didn’t hear any music from the CD, but I could tell that there indeed was one inserted. It gave me pause. I thought that my dad had probably never used the CD player. He just wasn’t the type. My mom must have put a CD in there when she used his car while he was in hospital, I thought. Overcoming a slight inhibition I switched the source into “CD” once more, and suddenly I could hear the music of the German band Element Of Crime. This was not music my mom would listen to.
In fact, this was music I would listen to. I would listen to it on months on end in my own car, because I loved it so much. It would be on constant repeat in my car for such a long time that at one point my dad would borrow my car because his was broken, and after hearing this music he would ask me about it, and I would tell him the music was from a band called Element Of Crime, and he would nod and tell me very specific things about what he liked about it, and from then on tape their live concerts and watch those tapes at night in his bedroom while half asleep and half refusing to sleep, and I could hear the muffled sound of music that I liked so much through his bedroom door when I traversed the hallway of our house. And knowing that my dad liked this music, and that he knew of it because of me, gave me satisfaction I cannot describe in words.
I listened till the song finished. Then I turned the key, got out of the car, crossed the street and walked through humid and hot air to the door of my dad’s house, which is now my house.