Scrolling though my music library on my computer I can not pick out just one style of music. Classic rock, country, pop, rap, punk, alternative rock, oldies, metal, instrumentals, children’s music, movie soundtracks, and local unsigned talent; I have some of everything and I enjoy it all. I do not listen to music to fit in to a certain crowd or to make myself out to be someone I am not. I listen to music for the love of music. You can find great qualities in every style of music that can spark your imagination and make you experience different emotions.
Over the course of my life I have went through different events and circumstances that affected what music I listened to at the time. On an average day I will go through a few different genres, the songs I choose usually go along with how I am feeling. Every song in my library has a feeling that it triggers inside of me. I often find myself within my music, the story of my life could be told with a sequence of songs.
As a kid I grew up listening to classic rock with my mom and country with my dad. It was something we could always bond over. In middle school I got deep into boy bands which I am sure most girls that age did, I still have all of my N SYNC albums and still listen to them when I am feeling nostalgic. It brings back the feeling of being that young and carefree again. When I was 12 and my dad passed away I found comfort in music. He was a country fan so country music has always held a special place in my heart. On days when I really miss him I play some old country songs and go back. Anytime I hear the song “Wink” by Neal McCoy I am instantly transported back into the kitchen of my childhood home and I see my dad standing in front of me singing the song with me. For those brief minutes we are together again.
Freshman year of high school I had a boy friend who introduced me to more rock and punk music. I never felt more fearless and alive then I did when I would go to punk shows and be right in the middle of mosh pits. Throughout high school I met new people with all kinds of musical tastes and I soaked it all in. You can learn so much about a person when you ask them about music and it is interesting to see how some people are so loyal to one type of music that they rarely listen to anything else.
Learning how different genres make people feel, and seeing the contrast in what two people would say about the same song made me really appreciate music. It can mean so many things to different people. Music can make you feel happy or sad and it can remind you of good and bad times. You can trace the world’s history through music. Music is and forever will be a very important part of human lives. I think the band Big & Rich were right when they said “Brothers and sisters we are here for one reason and one reason alone, to share our love of music.”
I really agree with what you said about learning about people through music. Its like a book almost that opens up and starts to tell a story. But it creates a connection to people that you can expand on and learn about different situations that people have been threw in there life. I like how you talked about music and your parents and a bond that was created.
ReplyDeleteMy parents and I are the same way. My dad loves rock and it keeps us talking for hours as he explains the seventies and eights to me and what was going on when the song came out. And I share with him my like or dislike to certain songs or artists. Also I really know what your talking about when growing up seems like music is changing and from elementary to junior high to high school how much music that was listened to changed.
When I was in junior high I liked more punk and rock while all the girls went crazy over NSYNC or the Backstreet boys. I was like wow what are these groups the second coming of the Beatles. I mean every time I turned on MTV they were on there with a new video and all these girls trying to get into the studio to see them. And now I look and those groups are no longer and there now losing there hair.
I know exactly what you mean about music transporting you back to a moment in time. I feel the same way when I listen to some of the Spanish music that my mom used to play for us when we were younger. Those were the good days, before my brother died and my parents split up. Everyone was happy back then. When I hear those songs now, I can close my eyes and see everyone sitting around the dining room table, smiling and laughing as we talked about what we had done that day. I get sad when I hear those songs, but I also cherish them as a reminder of my past.
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