Written by: Kyle "Chevontez" Cheuvront
Illustrated by: Jackie Cheuvront
Anybody that has ever been involved with recording music, whether in a studio or in your own home, knows the value of the ever so important “Car Test”. Most of us drive somewhere nearly every day. What do you do on the way? Blast music. As a musician or recording engineer, it’s important for your music to sound good in car speakers. If it doesn’t, improvements will be made in the mix until it passes “The Test”. About a month ago, I had an hour long drive ahead of me down to good ol’ Murfreesboro, TN to visit my family, and I just so happened to have several recordings that have yet to receive the Car Test. I burnt a CD and off I went.
One thing about me that some people know is that most birds freak me out. I don’t think I have a full-on phobia, but I’m probably pretty close. I don’t trust the damn things. They stare at you with their dead eyes, judging you, assessing whether or not they will be able to peck out your brains. It probably doesn’t help that I grew up in a house where dumb ass birds would launch themselves into our big ass window that reflected the woods in our backyard and then wind up on the ground dead, all while I would be peacefully watching television in the safety of our own living room. I’ll get back to why I bring this up shortly.
So there I was, driving with my windows down on the highway blasting my new songs at a pretty loud level. I must admit, I was jamming out pretty hard. When you can bring your music out to the car and it actually sounds pretty good, it’s an exciting time. I was like ok, this is cool, but to get a true sound test I need to roll up the windows. I rolled up the windows all the way up and turned the volume down only slightly. It’s all sounding good, I’m rocking out. Just a few minutes after rolling my windows up, an idiot bird smacks RIGHT INTO MY DRIVER SIDE WINDOW as I’m driving down 840E at 80mph. This thing smacks right towards the top of the window, it would have DEFINITELY flown into my car had I not just rolled my window up.
What’s with me and birds? What are the odds of the damn thing flying right into my car in the middle of the damn highway? Are these things messing with me?! I got to thinking, what if I didn’t roll my window up? The bird would have easily flown right into my car, possibly even right into my face. That’s an already jarring experience, let alone the fact that birds totally freak me out. I probably would have lost control of my car. At that speed, it’s horrifying to think of what could have happened if I lost control of my car and crashed.
I’m lucky that nothing bad happened, aside from a possible soiling of my pants when the bird smacked into my window. I got to thinking, even though this wasn’t the greatest experience ever, something really cool happened. The only reason I rolled up my window was to better hear the music that I made. I will be able to evaluate, take note, and of course, rock out better if I can hear it better, I thought. So the windows went up, the bird did not fly inside of my car, and I made it to Murfreesboro without a scratch. In a way, my music saved my life!
Point of the story, keep doing what you love. It may just save your life in one way or another.
I'm Jackie, an artist, illustrator, and friend to ghosts, monsters, and aliens. This blog is full of DIY projects, stories, and things I think are cool. Stay weird.