I’ve been thinking a lot about the radio host Delilah after listening to a podcast about her show’s profound effect. I don’t think I ever called into Delilah but, growing up in the 80s and 90s I definitely did my fair share of song requesting, mixtape making, and that complicated art form: trying to psychically will a song into playing so that you knew your feelings were real. I did it so much, in fact, that I wrote a whole play about mixtapes, karaoke, and Celine Dion songs that always make you feel everything at once (paging “It’s All Coming Back to Me Now”! Cue the wind machines, the gauzy curtains, and 10,000 lit candles!)
I’m thinking a lot about how much power can be imbedded in a simple song dedication—it is memory, it is hope, it is wishes fulfilled and wishes lost. It is, some would say, moments of gold and flashes of light. I’m not so sure about making a resolution at the end of 2020 but I can definitely get behind making a dedication. As Celine says, we forgive and forget and it's all coming back to me… nowwwwww.