If I had to make a top 10 list of favorites, driving alone at dusk listening to a great ballad on the radio would definitely be in that list. Not that there is a wrong time to listen to music, but I especially love the magic that happens when all things come together at once: my mood, the light in the sky, the passion in music and lyrics. So many of my favorite songs were heard for the first time on the radio, late at night, in my '89 Pontiac Sunbird (with the cassette tape deck) or '91 Dodge Dynasty (with the one bad speaker) as I drove around Faribault and to and from Decorah. Music defined me then and it sure defines me now.
May you hear your song tonight.
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