Soundtrack of the Southwest




I’m that girl who always has a song on her mind. Without realizing it, I am always moving some part of my body to the rhythm playing in my head. I tend to work faster, concentrate harder, and have a livelier personality when I hear a melody. So, you can image my happiness when I realized my classmates on the trip were all music loving historians who enjoyed impromptu concerts on the streets we traveled. For HOM V, music was a release for us. When we accomplished difficult hikes, “Eye of the Tiger” was sung while our hands were lifted in the air. As we traveled hours at a time in the car, a mixture of “Africa,” “Zombie,” and “I Would Walk 500 Miles” kept us awake and readied us for our tasks ahead. And music was never more important than when climbing to the top of the North Rim of the Grand Canyon; the Tom Tom Club, Adele, and three hours worth of random songs kept me from giving up and living amongst the flies and mule excrement. As I write this blog I have a mix of songs I’m listening to and hoping that before I’m done, I hear that one George Michael song that Hilary just raved about. Music moved our journey from state to state. It bonded us together and gave us something to talk about, something to look forward to when we reached the top. When Dr. Carriker admitted his love for Lady Gaga, I don’t think he realized that it would be blared at every stop we made with the windows down and the car
rocking back and forth from the passengers “Just Danc[ing]” inside. Nor did he realize that his daughters would learn the words to “Papparazi” and become obsessed with the Mama Monster herself (not that he’s not ecstatic that that is what happened). While we acted otherwise while listening to it, music kept us sane in many a manic time throughout the Southwest. I hate to think what would have happened if we all hadn’t been willing to listen to the songs in our head and sing them out for others to hear. I fear there would have been a lot less videos, not as many laughs, and fewer memories that make me wish I was back on the trail with my DANCE AND DIE comrades. I hope one day soon that HOM V can reunite so that we may “walk 500 miles and walk 500 more” “to rise up to the challenge of our rivals” and be “ready for those flashing lights.” So here is to Major Powell’s satellite radio, to the mountains and national parks “being alive with the sound of music,” and to HOM V; all be remembered when I playback the Soundtrack of the Southwest.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Great piece! but who is the author?
Nancy and Rick Keller-Scholz
(Claire's parents)

Anonymous said...

Sorry, I forget my name a lot! Whitney Petree