Music is a salve for my soul. I like it all. I’m really into country right now but I grew up on rock and roll.
The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Eagles, Lynrd Skynrd, Chicago and REO Speedwagon were and are particular favorites. Throw in Bob Seger, Rod Stewart and Elton John. Oops, I forgot Billy Joel, Carol King, James Taylor and Carly Simon. I also love the one-hit wonders. I love Motown. I can be mesmerized by oldies … especially Leslie Gore, The Platters or Patsy Cline.
Every song evokes a memory. I had a crush on a certain boy and this particular song makes me think of him. Or, I used to dance and sing to this song with my aunts. I had a pink, plastic case full of 45s. Then I bought my first album: Like most girls my age, it was Tapestry by Carol King. I wore it out.
My first car had an 8-track stereo system. This was before cell phones. Girlfriends could join me as we cruised around and blared our music. It was the best. No one could track you down. My next car had a cassette player. It ate a lot of tapes but it was still joyful when it worked.
I should’ve realized early on that music was destined to be a part of my life. Today, I live with a part-time musician. We have a CD collection that’s absurdly large. Everyone in my household has an iPod. There’s a gigantic piano in my living room that is played every day. Late night Internet searches are not for breaking news -- they’re for lyrics or figuring out who wrote or sang a certain song.
About a hundred or so years ago when my husband and I were dating, he used to play this game: A song comes on the radio and he asks, “Who is it?” Then it’s, “What was on the flip side?” Now we play a similar game on the piano. He starts playing and says, “What song is this?” I can usually answer but I like to toy with him. I act stupid and say, “I’ve never heard it. Are you sure you’re playing it right?” Then I start singing along.
Music is a part of my daily routine. It’s not only the soundtrack of my life. In many ways, it’s my sanity.
Sheri and I share the love for the same music. Music is in my blood. My grandfather, Frank Parrish, was a singer with Tommy Dorsey in the Big Band era. He traveled the county and the world performing.
Elton John was and continues to be my favorite artist. I remember listening to him over and over again when I was a young girl. I still listen. Give me any kind of music from the 70s. It brings back great memories. I compile and burn all my own CDs for the Spin classes I teach. My attendees tell me they love my class music – it’s like going to a mini concert every Saturday morning when we workout.
I agree that music is great for the soul. I love to listen to lyrics and wonder what was happening in the lives of the songwriters/musicians when they wrote them. I recently read 3 great rock and roll biographies/autobiographies: “Wonderful Tonight” by Pattie Boyd – the former wife of both George Harrison and Eric Clapton; “Clapton: The Autobiography” by Eric Clapton; “Elton: The Biography” by David Buckley. They were truly fascinating and a great look back into music history. I recommend reading them if you like music at all.