Turn Up… The Radio

music box
Fisher Price Music Box

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?


Author: D. A. M. Steelman

I could get through life just fine quoting heavy metal lyrics.

One thought on “Turn Up… The Radio”

  1. I have always wished to play an instrument but didn’t come further than a small Casio with numbered keys and a book with number sequences for songs (“House of the Rising Sun” was hard even in this way), and the chords for the guitar without any idea what the right hand should be doing strumming those strings (“Stand by me” and “Suzanne” were the favourites). I love music, often used to listen to the radio and my cassettes (no vinyl in our home when I was growing up, only now I own a gramophone). My favourite band is Pearl Jam, with other favourites The Doors, Janis Joplin, Neil Young, Joan Baez, but I also love hip hop and bands such as Rage Against the Machine, House of Pain, System of a Down, Primus, to name but a few. I love your story and love of music.


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