I was chatting with a friend when I texted them a YouTube link.
It was a link to a song. The song, while it had meeting to me and that moment, was nothing grand beyond that. It worked in that particular conversation.
The friend liked it, yet had never heard it before.
I reacted with a touch of shock, feeling that this tune, while not a big hit, was another piece of a legendary artist (The Beatles, of course). Yet I filed the conversation away and moved on with my evening.
A day later, the same friend went to an unusual place. It wouldn't shock me if it was the first time ever going there, and certainly not more than once or twice a year at most.
Coincidentally, not unlike me going to a church.
Just after I got the first text to say where they went, I got a second. It might as well have said the following:
"Dude. That Beatles song is on here."
I mean, I dig fate. I buy into it. I also have a healthy dose of skepticism. Yet sometimes I just can't help but glance into the abyss.
Why - WHY - was that song playing THEN?
I was stunned. Just dumbfounded. I mean, of all the songs in all the gin joints, it played there?
It's not obscure, but my friend had. Never. Hear. It. Before.
And yet, here it was, bellowing over a PA system in an off-the-wall place. A place that has far more importance to me.
Coincidence? Maybe. Yet funnel some of the tunes that played on my recent trip to North Carolina (the first one when I got in the car just made me laugh) and you can't help but wonder.
What can I say?
The Babe works in mysterious ways.
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