mood: displacedmusic: 'changes' by david bowie

everytime i hear 'changes' by david bowie, it brings me back to a time long ago when my dad brought me to a museum. it was somewhere in LA, but it was downtown, so it felt more like chicago, even though i've never been there myself. we were driving on the busy street, looking for parking until we finally found a spot right across from the front door. while the car was moving back and forth, the radio, set to arrow 93, the classic rock station, played the song, and i could only wonder what exactly that weird-sounding guy was crooning about. i don't even think i liked the song back then. well arrow 93 is long gone and the memory of what was in that museum faded into the memory of a thousand cities and a thousand museums.

i've since rediscovered the song, after a long period of bowie neglect, as well as the rest of the album, which sounds nothing like the single but is still amazing in typical bowie fashion. i think it was at that point that i had a memory of my father that i could hold on to for those times i wanted a childhood different from the one i had myself. not necessarily better, just different. and to this day, that song keeps a smile on my face, regardless of where i am, what i'm doing, or even if that memory pops into my consciousness at all.

even when all i know is that the song promises changes, and it promises them at my hands.

---Goei---