I’ve been playing with Pandora.com for a few weeks because a) I need much music and b) I’m poor. Also, I’ve started using it in massage sessions with clients.
Yesterday Lilith, my 59-year-old client was here for her weekly appointment. I normally use my R. Carlos Nakai station for massage (Check it out! Native American flutes! Fucking universal Zen, man!), but for Lilith I switched.
Because Lilith likes Enya.
Which is fine, but the words distract me, and even the Celtic ones do (Thanks, ear for obscure languages.).
So, I’m working away and the station is playing Enya and songs by artists like Enya and it’s all very full and synthesized and dreamy wa-wa-wa.
Then the key changes and it’s straightforward and mellow and Shenandoah, I loved your daughter and I’m thinking, shit, this is not Enya, and it doesn’t sound like Enya, but my, what a clear, lovely voice.
The voice. I know it. I know I’ve heard it.
Lilith remarks on it, “Who is that?” she queries.
“I’m not sure, but it sounds like Connie Dover,” I postulate.
“I don’t know how you can keep all that music straight in your head. You’re like my son Michael. You remember everything.”
We finish the massage and I go to check the Previously Played.
I am so badass.