Music
I don't know why, but I have lived in music my entire life. Both of my parents sing, all the time, in the car, in the kitchen, everywhere. All three of us, the children/offspring/spawn sing as well. Loudly. Sometimes off-key, although since all of us also can read music and have played with an ensemble, that happens rarely. But I wake to music, I lay myself down to sleep to sleep with it in my head. Sometimes it is so loud I can't think. I hear music when others speak, sometimes people have their own themes songs.
A friend, well, more a friendly acquaintance, said that it surprised him that I sang in the car. I couldn't understand why. But I agree it might not be the most obvious choice for someone who likes to sing... Strike that, why wouldn't I be? I don't think I look that solemn, or that... uppity? Is that the word I'm searching for? I sing constantly, in the shower, in the kitchen, in the office, in the car. I am the proverbial music junkie. I will listen to anything, anywhere, and usually enjoy it. Classic country, classic rock, heavy metal and j-pop all reside on my hard-drive, side by side with Celtic drums and bagpipes, guitar and opera.
I sometimes wonder if wearing a mp3 player on my walk to class is going to get me killed at some point... I get the insane urge to dance. I turn it down so that it matches the volume in my head. You can tell what kind of music I'm listening to by the tempo of my walk.
Music is in my soul, from the moment I wake, 'til I go to bed,
it sounds in furious tempo in the heart and in the head...
A friend, well, more a friendly acquaintance, said that it surprised him that I sang in the car. I couldn't understand why. But I agree it might not be the most obvious choice for someone who likes to sing... Strike that, why wouldn't I be? I don't think I look that solemn, or that... uppity? Is that the word I'm searching for? I sing constantly, in the shower, in the kitchen, in the office, in the car. I am the proverbial music junkie. I will listen to anything, anywhere, and usually enjoy it. Classic country, classic rock, heavy metal and j-pop all reside on my hard-drive, side by side with Celtic drums and bagpipes, guitar and opera.
I sometimes wonder if wearing a mp3 player on my walk to class is going to get me killed at some point... I get the insane urge to dance. I turn it down so that it matches the volume in my head. You can tell what kind of music I'm listening to by the tempo of my walk.
Music is in my soul, from the moment I wake, 'til I go to bed,
it sounds in furious tempo in the heart and in the head...