My first real visceral memory of music was when I was about 5 years old listening to Queen's Greatest Hits on a CD that my dad kept in his purple Ford Explorer. I loved listening to it so much that I would go out into the driveway and sit in the car by myself just to listen to it because we didn't have a CD player yet. It's so weird for me to consider I've never really changed. Like here I am 25 years later still listening to Queen albums. Only this time, its in my own car.
This flat amulet ring reminds me of something Freddie Mercury would have worn, and it also reminds me of the gift that music has been in my life, and how the same songs that made my soul happy as a kid will continue to do so probably until the day I peace the fuck out off of the planet.