Personal History: 50 / 50 Music

Life is crazy. It has twists, turns, ups and downs. But there is always one constant, well at least in my life:

Music

I love (or can appreciate) just about any music you throw at me.  I have a hard time with the scream-o music though.  I believe that is because of my hearing impairment.  But there really is no genre that I would not consider listening to live. Music is great but hearing it live is the key.  I am smiling and shaking my head as I type this, because I seriously love it all. In the words of the immortal Freddie Mercury, “I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear.”

If you are sad, there is a melancholy tune that can weave into your heart and let you know the musician understands your pain.

If you are happy, there is an upbeat tempo that allows you to tap your toe to get all that energy out.

Angry?  Hell yeah there’s another chick out there that went through a breakup too and she will sing her angst to you so you can commiserate together.

Music is a universal language.  My life lesson in regards to music: always check out the hook.

Over the past week and a half I have posted album covers with no explanation to my Facebook feed. I tagged people who, in turn, added their selections to my feed as well.  I have loved seeing the flow of music across my feed.  It lightens my heart.  It also made me pull out and dust off a couple tunes to rekindle the spark I felt when I first heard them.

Just one story from all the covers (posted below):  When I was about ten, my Ma bought me a Lloyd’s portable 8-track player. It had the wide strap so I could carry it over my shoulder and the speaker in the front. Couldn’t pick up a station worth a crap. But, I had three 8-track available and the one I listened to the most: Meatloaf: Bat Out Of Hell!  I would walk around my Grandparents’ front yard in Eccles, WV with my big-ass headphones on, scream-singing the title song. I can only imagine what the neighbors thought if they ever looked out their window as this scrawny kid loudly sang (out of tune mind you):

Well I know that I’m damned if I never get out,
And maybe I’m damned if I do,
But with every other beat I’ve got left in my heart,
You know I want to be damned with you
If I gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned
Dancing through the night with you/
Well if I gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned,
Gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned
Gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned
Dancing through the night,
Dancing through the night,
Dancing through the night with you

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To give you the FULL mental image, that is me, around the age of ten, in the picture below on the left.

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My wish for each of you?  That the soundtrack of YOUR life brings you as much joy as mine does me.

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