My theme is Musical Memories: The Memories that music brings rushing back.
In 1989, Dwight Yoakam was burning up the country charts and a very frequently played artist on the S.E. Texas airwaves. This was the year I was pregnant with Bubba. I was working at a job in Beaumont and commuting every day in my 1979 Mustang Cobra. (Car enthusiasts, click the link.)
So, since I was decidedly into country music at the time, I often heard Dwight on my daily commutes. My belly swelled, and my baby began to move. I found that on my drive, he would kick hard when a Yoakam tune came on. And as my pregnancy progressed even more, he began to kick straight down, like we was trying to break free!
When I had purchased that car in 1979, Uncle Lenox said to Mama, as we signed the papers, "I just hope she doesn't kill herself." (Too much motor for the weight of the car.) Truth be told, that car and it's unique responsiveness probably saved my life on numerous occasions.
One morning, driving in to work, with "Honky Tonk Man" blaring in the car (premium sound system with Jensen aftermarket speakers added) I was traveling in the left lane of the two westbound lanes of highway. Right as we came up on the 11th street over pass, a car changed from the right lane headed straight into the side of me. I swerved to the left and then spun that Mustang on the shoulder of the road through two complete rotations. Kept it all on the paved shoulder, too! Dwight is still singing, never missing a beat. Bubba is still a kicking. I breathed a prayer of thanks and started watching my rear view for the first opportunity to scat back into traffic.
And that's what I think about every time I hear that song.
Did you ever have a baby respond to music in the womb?
What was one of your hairiest near misses on the road?