I love music… once; when I was a baby, I would not stop crying. My mother and grandmother tried everything. They changed me, rocked me, fed me, burped me, took me for a walk, and gave me toys. None of it made me happy… out of ideas and in pure frustration; my grandmother wound up a music box and threw it in my crib where I lay.
It was a miracle. As soon as I heard music chiming out of that little plastic box, I stopped crying. I do not remember this, but I do remember the music box because it was difficult for me to part with even as I got older.
Later on, when I was about four… I discovered an electric organ in the back bedroom of my grandmother’s apartment. Eventually, that got me to let go of the music box – now I had a much bigger music box! I would play the songs in the book (the keys were numbered – sadly, I am still not able to read music well – I am learning now), memorizing the numbers and more importantly, the sound. Later on, despite not being able to read music still, I would sit on the floor under the organ and reach up to play the notes from sound memory.
My grandmother would drive us places in her ’76 Chevy Malibu, and I was always the radio captain. She never minded me cranking up tunes by Led Zeppelin, Joe Jackson or Devo. I think she loved music also because she never gave me any grief when the volume was cranked.
To this day, when I hear music, I refocus my energy. Whether the volume is loud or soft; if the song is heavy or light, music gets me through any day or night.
I don’t get people who don’t love music; I don’t get people who listen to talk radio all the time. I feel like they are really missing out!
Do you love music? Do you play an instrument? What are some of your favorite bands/groups/singers?