A sort of homecoming

I've been consciously avoiding listening to too much of Mark's music. That's what forced me to get into Alanis Morissette, U2, Neil Diamond, Gilbert O'Sullivan, UB40, Cat Stevens, Osibisa and Bob Dylan over the last few days. It was good. Rediscovered a lot of music, long forgotten. Was also amazed at how easily all the lyrics flowed back even of the songs that one hasn't heard for maybe over a decade or so.

Then came a day when it was too much to decide what to listen to. That's when I set the iPhone to 'all songs' and started playing them alphabetically and began the drive to work.

And then it happened. Some three or four songs down, came the song, 'All that matters' from the album Shangri-La. And it was all that mattered. Because that's when I realized what is meant by a sense of homecoming.