By now it should not be a secret to you that my iPhone 4 was stolen yesterday on MARTA.  Probably because of my ridiculous ADD and carelessness.

I felt mad. Sad. Depressed. It affected my mood for the entire day.  I was short with my wife.  I was frustrated by my daughter’s screaming and crying. I was pissy.  All I could think about was finding it, or finding the man (or woman) who took my phone.  All the way to last night, I was in a horrible mood.  To be honest, if I had 1 second to myself yesterday, I would have cried.

Now here’s the thing.  IT’S A PHONE. Seriously.  IT’S A PHONE. Is it not insane that a phone can make me feel that way?  It’s probably a great thing that I lost that phone.  Not because the phone, in itself was bad, but because what the phone represented to me. (Which, I didn’t recognize until it was gone.)

I just finished reading “Radical” by David Platt.  At the end of the book, he challenges you to make some pretty dramatic changes.  One of them is how you spend your money. (Not JUST that, but it’s the core thought of the challenge)

To be honest, I was a little relieved that i was tied in to a 2 year contract, so while I was convicted to change something, it COULDN’T be my iPhone.  I was safe in my conformity.

Well, crap.  Looks like that was all made up in my mind…

So, I guess my timing is bad.  Reading that book, making that excuse and then this happening, has me thinking it’s a ‘sign’.   It has me thinking I need to amp up my faith.  It makes me think I’m not living right.  It makes me think my faith needs Caffeinated.

Unless “Love Wins” tells me it doesn’t really matter….

There are a ton of great things about music.  Bob Marley said,

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

Another good thing about music is the memory it sparks.  It’s not just memorizing lyrics.  It’s memorizing a feeling, a point in your life, a friend or even a foe.  It’s memorizing an emotion, and with the strum of a chord, it all comes flooding back like it was happening all over again.

I got some great memory comments over on my “Cash” post last week.  I mean.. some really good ones.

Through most of high school, my favorite band was Nirvana. (Still is in my top 2 or 3).  When I hear a song, it brings a lot back.

I remember picking my outfits so carefully, so I could like like them.

I remember laying awake at night, listening to Nirvana and wishing my folks would stop fighting.

I remember my first guitar.

I remember having to play Nirvana loud enough to not hear the parties my mom was throwing.

I remember crying. I remember laughing.  I remember friendships, come and gone, I remember the day Kurt died.

I remember going to Kroger, and asking them for “Penny Royal Tea” not knowing that it is actually a toxic tea leaf, and was often used as a suicide agent.

What memories come back when you think of Nirvana?

I found this box set on the side of the road in a puddle.  I picked it up, knowing it was a fairly rare box set.  I worked in the B&N music department when it was released.  I didn’t have the money to buy it, and had accepted that I would never own it.  It’s probably one of my favorite box sets.  Incredible music, incredible heart, incredible good-bye from Mr. Cash.

Music drives me. This, is one of my top 5 faves.  What are your top five favorite albums. (Not musicians, but albums)

Yes. Box sets are acceptable.