What does Monday night look like around these parts? Picture this. Andrew sitting on the floor, painting our front door and trim. Me lounging in a comfy chair, guitar in hand with an iPad nearby to look up chords for various songs. I started with Boy & Bear's "Arrow Flight" simply because I wanted to learn it. And then the games began.
Andrew chose a letter followed by a vowel, and I would play a song from the first artist I knew that started with those letters. He chose S and U. Supertramp's "Take the Long Way Home" was first. And through the same course of picking letters, I moved on to Moon Taxi's "Morocco," Death Cab for Cutie's "I Will Possess Your Heart," Simon & Garfunkle's "The Boxer," and Jimmy Fallon's "Tebowie."
Before we knew it, "Tebowie" morphed into a Bowie sing along of "Moonage Daydream," "Modern Love," and "Space Oddity" with Andrew picking up a second guitar and playing along. Fingers tired, we set down the guitars and listened to Bowie's The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars starting from "Starman" onward at a volume level probably completely unnecessary for 10:30 at night.
Sometimes we have friends ask us what we do in the evenings instead of watching TV, and if I were to answer that question honestly, most nights would look something like this. A little random and impossible to recreate because they're all different. And usually, at some point in the evening, we find ourselves in fits of laughter, much like last night when I sprang "Tebowie" on an unsuspecting Andrew.
When was the last time you listened to an album at full blast just so that you could really hear it? Or let the evening decide which form it was going to take on its own? If you don't have plans this week, shut off the tv, put down the phone, and let things happen.