I love music. One might even go so far as to say that I heart it. Music has the ability to reach down into My soul and speak to Me as few things can. There is a soundtrack to My life. Each age permeated with different artists and songs. Today I can hear a song and remember with vivid clarity the raw emotions that song stirred in Me when I was 8 or 12 or 16 or 19. Certain songs that I love I can not listen to because the emotions associated with it are too strong for Me even today to process. Music helped Me find solace in a world that I could not control, that seemed to hurt Me from all sides. Music never wounded. Music only ever helped Me. I admire musicians on a higher level than any other kind of artist. People like My best friend who can actually create music astound Me. Not just the writing of lyrics (though he does that magnificently) but the crafting of actual music. Bars. Notes. Meter. Intonations. Awe inspiring.
On this topic I speak to music but I feel I should put a caveat at this point. If you were to turn the radio to any FM station on the dial, I am not referring to that. That is just fluff and filler for clear channel. We live in the age of Auto Tune. I hate Auto Tune. One could say that I heart with a circle around it and a line through it Auto Tune. It’s cheating. And everyone knows. So why does it continue? Even artists that have good voices have increasingly turned to AT. WTF? Are you just too lazy to practice your craft and make sure you can nail those notes successive times in the booth? Or do you just not care? Either way, it makes Me think the worse of you and respect you less.
AT aside, the crap that is played on the radio today is ridiculous. Occasionally there might be something of value that makes it to regular radio but not often.
My life soundtrack halted when I turned 20 and became a mom. I no longer had the time to search out music and spend days listening to an artists catalog. I was lucky if I hear something that didn’t have the words “Blue’s Clues” in it. Talk about crap lyric content. Thank goodness for Sesame Street! It has only been through the ministrations of My best friend that I have been kept abreast of the music in the past decade that is worth listening to. Every so often he sends Me a CD. Through those CDs I have found musicians that I never would have heard of before. I have been able to continue My life’s sound track by forging relationships with some of these artists and getting to hear their catalogs. I have been able to reconnect with music and for that I am truly grateful.
I spend a lot of time in this blog talking about inconsequential shit. My day to day life. My journey as a Mistress (which has unfortunately stalled owing to lack of submission) had value and My writing I know has some value. What writing is for the mind, music is for the soul. I am luck enough to have a friend dear to My heart that feeds both My mind but also My soul. For that I am deeply honored and indebted.
Keith, I was listening to Bright Eyes' Nothing Gets Crossed Out and well I can’t quite help feeling a bit sentimental. We’ve been through a lot and today I love you more than ever. I am extremely fortunate to have you in My life and I wanted to say that in a (somewhat) public way. I adore you and hope that I can contribute to your happiness a fraction of that which you contribute to Mine. And not just because of your bitchin’ Mix CDs!
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thank you for such a beautiful post! it really touched me (i teared up!) for much of my life, music has been the language I've used to express what I personally did not know how to. it was the commentary of my darkest times and the celebration of my lightest ones. in my life, you are one of the select few who ever really understood that and found tge meaning underneath.
so thank you for your wonderful words. your friendship has brought me so much happiness and I'm honored that you've shared a portion of your life, musically and otherwise, with me.
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