Music and Me

Music has always played a role in my life even though I can’t really play an instrument. I can tinker on the piano, flute, french horn, guitar, violin, glockenspiel, and can still play a mean recorder.

There were family fights over my brother’s music in the 80s (Queensryche and Iron Maiden), my mother’s love of Loretta Lynn and Anne Murray, but what I remember most is the music that influenced my life growing up.

I used to listen to the radio and write down that day’s Top 10, make mix tapes, and fan girl over singers. There was the crush on New Kids on the Block, Elton John, and Rod Stewart (I still want that man’s Downtown Train hair). There were the movie musicals that I grew up listening to and I discovered Broadway musicals in 8th grade and never looked back. By the time 9th grade rolled around, I was into Ozzy, Alice Cooper, Aerosmith, and stayed up late watching the Headbangers Ball. I loved making those around me angry with my walkman’s volume. It was really the only way I could rebel.

I have always had an eclectic taste and vast music collection. Saying that just one was associated with a happy or unhappy memory is difficult. There are songs that remind me of that time in my life. What I listen to now, varies so much I often cannot tell what mood I am actually in–I can find a mood to fit every song, and a song to fit every mood.

<note here, I freaking hate WP right now! I had a lot more written when I edited my Spotify playlist screenshot and it wipes out the post and opens a blank post…GRR…UGH!>

That playlist screenshot only shows nine of the 1000+ songs on it and it grows more every day.

If I had to pick a song that reminds me the most of my youth, it would be this one:

Even though Elton John’s Sleeping with the Past album came out in 1989, it hit me very hard. I have loved Elton since I first saw him on Muppets repeats and through all the news programs with Ryan White. This song is just so powerful and I think really reflects the turmoil in his personal life.

A lot of music that I listened to in 1989-1991 really spoke about there being life after what was going on at that time. Nelson’s 1990 After the Rain, Phil Collins’ 1989 Another Day in Paradise, and Richard Marx’s 1989 Right Here Waiting for You were all played until their lyrics etched themselves in my psyche. There wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t play music to take me away from reality.