I have this ritual whenever I come home from an exhausting day, wherein I’d lay on my bed and listen to music. Every so often, the songs I listen to vary depending on my mood. I was listening to this today.
(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay is one of the songs that really does it for me. I’m not sure whether it’s the lyricism of the song itself or the story behind it, but there’s always this very ethereal quality to the track that I find difficult to articulate.
The story is that a couple of days after recording this, 26 year old Otis Redding’s plane crashed into Lake Momona in Wisconsin and took his life. It was his last song. His swan song.
And when I lay on my bed, close my eyes, and listen to this song, it’s that mental image of Otis Redding actually sitting on the dock of a bay singing this that really gets to me. Then he starts whistling,