The sound of music....

My love affair began when I was very little, with music boxes. I love music,  all kinds oldies, rock, country,spiritual, some rap, and even opera thanks to Jackie Evancho from Americas Got Talent.  Some songs words are not worth hearing, as a music minister once said God likes all music, just not all the words. Songs give us comfort and release and we tend to relate to different songs at different times according to our life's current events. They comforted us when we were sad, helped celebrate when we were happy and helped us to express ourselves when our own words failed us.  Songs can cross generations, ethnicity, gender and sexual orientation. We play them for others to relay feelings, for whatever reason we can't. We dance to them, cry to them, hibernate, fornicate, drive,sleep,eat, walk, run, giggle, play along, sing along, and enjoy others.  It is hard to believe that not that many years ago, music was not the mainstream, but listened to in secret.  Music is one of the final frontiers of freedom of speech, if we listen to the words they are often times prolific and speak to us on a primal level. But one of the best things music can do, is help us remember the feeling of something we hold dear, a place in time, a moment that defined us in some way that changed us forever for better or worse. That song will eventually play somewhere at the most unexpected time and we are transported to the feeling,the person, the place, good or bad.  We learn and grow from all those experiences and they become part of the fabric we are made of.  I know that whatever I get from this journey I am on, that a song will have me define and remember it always.  I hope its a good memory of how I conquered a few of my demons, but its too soon to tell... So stay turned, we can go down this road together.(I'm sure that lines been used in a thousand songs)