You like music don’t you?

Honestly who doesn’t like music? In some form or another we hear music everyday. It’s a part of every culture, no matter where you go.

I listen to the radio every weekday when I drive my son to school. And every now and then I hear songs that just hit me in a good way. You know when you hear a song that just makes you feel a strong emotion? Like you can feel the music in your soul.

So, starting this week I want to dedicate a day to talk about those songs. To discuss the unique lyrics that I love and the sounds that ring in my head for days on end.

Music Mondays

My music preferences may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but sometimes I just want to talk about the way a single verse spoke to me, or how beautiful the tune of the guitar in the background sounds.

There are times where I don’t necessarily like the whole song, but I’ll love a specific part. I want to showcase my appreciation for the artist, the writers and the composers. I want to display my love of the messages in them, and how they are relevant to me and my life or my past.

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Now, I don’t really have a background in music. I played trumpet throughout high school. I used my brothers hand-me-down. I was 2nd best player (not to toot my own horn *haha*) but I never wanted to play that instrument, I just got stuck with it and wasn’t allowed to change.

Since then I’ve taught myself to play piano, which I love, but soon I realized I can only play with one hand at a time. On any instrument. I don’t know if that weird coordination is from nerve issues due to scoliosis, but I cannot get my hands to do two different things at once. So, sorry violin, you’ll most likely sit in my closet for an eternity…

Aside from the lack of instruments, I love to sing. I can’t sing in front at anyone due to extreme stage fright and anxiety, but I do love it. (My son won’t allow singing unless we are in the car) I did how ever break out of my shell a few times. I sang at my high school graduation, under the condition that I was with a friend and a spot light was in my face blinding me from seeing the hundreds of people judging. I was volunteered to sing, you see, a friend of mine walked in while I was alone painting a mural in a teacher’s classroom, I had headphones in, it was after school was out so I assumed no one was around. I was wrong. But my friend and a few others that had gathered, said I was great. (I still don’t believe them but, hey, I felt flattered!)

After that I was asked to sing the national anthem 3 different times. And the last time I did it, I had a panic attack. While I did finish the song, it probably sounded terrible, and I never did it again. Instead, I quietly sing along to songs at home as not to overwhelm my sensory sensitive son, or I sing confidently in the car, where he couldn’t care less if I sing or not!

That’s the extent of my experience! *haha* which isn’t much!

So tag along with me and let’s dig into some music, and maybe you’ll find one that you love!

~A