I was watching TV the other night and caught a shot of Neil McCoy. “Neil McCoy”, I thought, “Neil McCoy”… A quick Google search reminded me. “That’s right, ‘No Doubt About It’!”
“No Doubt About It” is a catchy country tune I used to hear while driving to and from work in Dallas in the 90s. Nowadays, though, Sherrill and Seskin’s masterpiece reaches much deeper.
It’s odd how things change when the right person comes into your life. You notice things that earlier were insignificant and your daily outlook changes drastically. Songs – certain songs – take on a wholly different meaning. Probably the meaning that the artist had intended all along.
It can happen at any time. You’ll be cruising through your day with your customary aplomb when suddenly something will reach out of the air and slap you upside the head. The impact will knock you silly, leaving you giddy and driving your friends to the point of homicide (or, at least, battery) as you drone on incessantly about your “feelings”.
It can happen at any age. Few things are as puzzling as the rebirth of emotions you thought were buried when you graduated from high school. And for those of us whose high school memories are scored with a Motown soundtrack, that’s digging into fossil ground.
Doctors and scientists will tell you that this is the result of reactions in your brain, mood altering chemicals, yadda yadda, BS. Well, maybe it’s not BS. But, who cares? It’s a high. A high that, once experienced, is as addictive as the most powerful street drug. It’s a wave you’ll want to ride as long as you can “hang ten” on your emotional surfboard.
I hope I run into Neil some day. Or writers John Sherrill and Steve Seskin. Simply for the opportunity to shake their hands and say, “Yeah. I get it. I get it now. Thank you.”
~ Dempsey 🌵
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