I Am That is a library of the things that spark a resonance in my soul. Like the most satisfying haptic feedback from your phone when you finally figure out a puzzle solution while you wait for sleep to hit you over the head and teleport you to your alarm going off way too early. Like when they get the sound bowl vibrations just right and it feels like it pings directly through your brain from your ear holes. I morbidly think of it as the place that you (the hypothetical You) can find me even after my atoms are disassembled and returned to the earth. Today's installment brought to you by listening to old playlists after finally ditching the villainous Spotify. Without further ado, I Am...
The bridge of Jump (For My Love) by the Pointer Sisters:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyTVyCp7xrw&t=157s
The song itself has been flattened by overuse (I know it's trite to insult Love Actually in this day and age so I won't digress, but how many people hear that bouncy synth start and picture Hugh Grant cheerfully abasing himself?) but the bridge remains a soaring ribbon of sonic pleasure. It feels like being beamed up into the nexus ribbon, for all my Star Trek nerds out there. Feels like my brain was bopped by a good witch's wand and floated away on a summer breeze after turning into a drift of soap bubbles. Sheer bliss between the pins and needles twinkle of the music and the rich depth of the vocals entwining. The song released shortly before my 6th birthday and that bridge makes me feel like I'm watching the ocean from the backseat on a roadtrip to the Florida Keys, blue water, sunshine, gigantic ocean-going clouds on the horizon; scrubby plant life colonizing between the asphalt and the broken coral fill ground; squat stucco houses balanced on stilts racing by. In other words, heaven.
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