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Saturday, May 29, 2010

Farewell to an Old Friend

Just yesterday, I handed the keys of my aging silver car to its new owner. I watched him open the door and then drive away. Well, that’s a relief, I thought. The car is sold. The transaction went smoothly. I received a decent price. Then I headed for my husband’s car.

Let me tell you something about Husband's car. Its custom license plate makes reference to having fun, something which turned ironic when a policeman stopped him for speeding and said, “You having fun?” Anyway, he had waited for me in his dark green convertible with the top down while I watched the new owner drive away. After our years together, my husband recognized that I needed my sentimental moment of saying good-bye to my faithful companion of many years. I then opened the door of my husband's car, sat down, and noticed absently that music was playing.

Then I realized what the music was, and my eyes teared. He had chosen a CD which, when the album first came out, was a favorite for us while on trips in my old car. All the songs of that Buena Vista Social Club album are still loved, but Chan Chan remains a first among equals. Hearing it was a reminder that the transaction which had just occurred was not a simple head decision. It also involved the heart.

We then went on a drive while Chan Chan played. The wind lifted my hair. The sun warmed my face. I listened to those Cuban old-timers weave their magic while I reminisced about the wonderful moments my old car and I had shared. So here again is my fond farewell to my silver companion, my good friend of many years.

For the impact of music on the brain, you might also want to check out my earlier post:



A Cuban In London said...

Ahhh.. what a delightful post! But what a sad one it is, too. I feel guilty for lapping up your words becuase I realise that there was a lot of feeling running through your column. And then that clip at the end. All I can hope is that you old car's new owner looks after it the same way you did. :-)

Greeitngs from London.

Judith Mercado said...

Thanks, Cuban, you understood perfectly the poignancy of the moment, I think you also understand well how music can pierce through to the emotional core. For some reason, Chan Chan always does that for me.