I host an open-mic night each first Monday of the month called “Some-Theme Special.” Punny huh? This month the theme was music. From the time I was a little girl, there has been a soundtrack accompanying me. I sat down and recalled different times in my life and assigned songs. This is what my life sounds like…
Music Is Life
I’m a little girl. I see my granny on her knees next to her bed late one night when I get up to go potty. I ask her the next morning, “What were you doing down there granny?” She says “Praying for your safety and well-being shug”.
Music is faith.
“Twinkle twinkle little star…”
My mother’s voice soothes me to sleep, chasing away the day’s demons providing a sense of well-being. I still fall asleep listening to music.
Music is peace.
“A B C D E F G…”
My kindergarten teacher introduces melody and memory.
There are some songs that have associations I will never forget.
Music is memories.
“The first time, ever I saw your face..” (Number one song on my bday 1972)
I’m ten years old. The world is revealing itself to me in every way. I fall in life-long-love with the sweet voice, and crazy dance moves of Michael Jackson and the mind blowing soul thumpingness that IS Led Zeppelin. I don’t yet know it, but no other music will ever touch me like theirs.
Music is discovery.
“Rock the boat – don’t rock the boat baby…”
Middle school ushers in confusion and angst and a push for freedom.
I find my voice, literally. Singing in talent shows, rehearsing in garages, and performing on the stages that are my classmates backyards.
Music is self expression.
“Love me Tender”
I’m a sophomore in highschool and my relationship with my mom is tenuous at best. I walk into the house after school one day to find her sobbing. She looks up at me and says through tears – “Elvis died today.” And I hold her while she cries.
Music is connection.
“I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone…”
I’m on the prom committee my senior year of high school and we debate and argue that the number one song on the charts should be our dance theme. But some of us want to be more than just dust in the wind.
Music is conversation.
“Here comes the bride..”
I’m standing in the church. I’m twenty years old, and I have no clue about anything. And the organ plays. All eyes turn to me, and I walk towards my future.
Music is hope.
“You are my sunshine”
It’s bedtime and my 3 sweet boys insist on the usual repertoire. Their eyes plead and voices beg – “Mommy – sing how much I love you!”
Music is love.
“My Give A Damn’s Busted”
You can’t make someone love you. At some point, it becomes a mute point, and you have to stop trying.
Music is empowering.
“I was made for lovin’ you baby / You were made for lovin’ me”
Divorce leaves you feeling unwanted. And then, you meet the love of your life and he KISS’s you. And it’s amazing. Then he leaves you – to rock out in heaven. And it’s heartbreaking. But he was your song, and the song remains the same.
Music is healing.
“You knock me off of my feet, baby” (The way you make me feel)
Life is full of ups and downs and crazy zig-zags. There are people and situations that try to throw you off your game. Some days are good, others are even better. I’m just doing the best that I can.
Music is inspiration.
“And she’s buying the stairway to heaven…”
When I have finally accomplished enlightenment and become transformed, I will happily pay heavens price with the path of my heart. It will be paid for by being a worthy human being, by exploring and gaining knowledge and wisdom, and earning my way, which is the only way to pay for this reward.
Music is life.
Peace and love friends. Always. All ways… <3