Heading out to lunch today, I plugged my iPhone into my car stereo and put it into shuffle mode. It began playing "Stairway to Heaven", which I've heard (and played) hundreds of times. But today, I couldn't help remembering the first time I heard the song.
It was a chilly Memphis afternoon in late 1971, and I had just arrived at Mullins Methodist for our weekly rehearsal with the One Way Singers. While we were setting up our equipment, one of our sound guys told us he had this new song we just had to hear. He put "Stairway" on the turntable and played it through the church's PA system. Immediately, we all stopped what we were doing and listened to the song straight through to its conclusion. At the end, we all just stood there speechless, somewhat amazed that a rock song this original, and yet this flawless, could have been written.
And today, almost forty years later, I found myself doing the same. For just a moment, a brief moment, I was transported back to that time. Two things became abundantly clear today: time passes much faster than I could ever have imagined, and some memories are indeed a joy to unearth.