I have a tough time letting songs end.
The songs that have been a part of my life for decades; the songs that instantly transport me to a specific time and place; the songs that frame all the good and bad moments in life and have ingrained themselves into my personal history.
We all have them.
Because music is always there.
On your shelf or in your head, it's never far away. The song never changes, never ends, never leaves. Life tells you when something is done. And when it's gone, it's gone forever.
But not music.
Certain songs have such meaning and importance that I find myself unable to finish them. When the song ends, the memory ends. I…