Music has always played an important part in my life. My mother was a very gifted pianist and her love for all types of music carried over to her children. She too inherited the love of it through family. Her father taught her to play the piano by drawing out the keyboard on paper placed on the kitchen table. He hummed every key she played, even the wrong notes. When they finally could afford a piano, mom just sat down at it and played. Music was a constant in my childhood home – whether it be mom on the piano or records stacked on the turntable.
I took piano lessons and played clarinet in the high school band. Although I was okay at both, neither was a passion. Listening to and appreciating all genres of music is my passion, per se. When I’m alone at home or in my car, unequivocally my music is playing.
“With the right music you either forget everything or you remember everything”.
Yep! A song can allow me to remember a special time, person or situation in my life. It can have me crying with sadness or happiness. It can make me bend over in a belly laugh, smile at the heavens, smirk, dance, sing at the top of my lungs. It’s great therapy too. If I’m stressed or out of sorts, my music takes me away from the negative thoughts. I know I’m not alone when I say that I honestly can’t imagine my life without it.