Music is the Word

So. How do you tell a personal story without I?

It’s not easy. At first there’s a lot of hair pulling, a little pleading with Jesus, and then over coffee inspiration strikes (Thanks, Jesus!).

           

Begin at the end, start with the lyrics, the links, begin with the music.

 

            In a house where music was always on, it’s not surprising to fall in love with Marilyn Monroe, not because of her delicious talent but because of Candle in the Wind. Nor to shed tears when that delicate age comes and some explains that John Lennon has been killed, sparing the Yoko Ono portion of The Beatles’ sad demise.

 

            Soon images of blue suede shoes fade, and devils in blue dresses stop climbing stairways to heaven and give way, if you’re lucky, to Nirvana on Unplugged. Now there is a band that changed the face of popular music. Kurt Cobain, the last rock god that the time, day and place will never be forgotten.

Also the reason, certain girls will make sure that there will always be boys in cardigans.

 

            Music can build bridges(not literally kids, don’t be dumb),it can create love, heartbreak, celebrate life, mourn death, it can define a movement, a time, a person, a place or a thing. It can be a story or someone’s story plus it can inspire or be inspiration.

Such asElliot_Smith “Memory Lane” has been for this entry.

It’s these particular lines blaring out of speakers woke this concept for the personal story:

 

 

“You’ll keep your doors and windows shut
And swear you’ll never show a soul again
But isolation pushes you ’til every muscle aches
Down the only road it ever takes
But everybody’s scared of this place, they’re staying away
Your little house on Memory Lane
If it’s your decision to be open about yourself
Be careful or else
Be careful or else
I’m comfortable apart
It’s all written on my chart”

 

 

 

 

 

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Personal File

Most of my entries thus far have been have about as personal as I care to make them. So this assignment has not been any easy one. There are so many stories I could tell, at least one from every genre. I’m an Army brat, I’ve spent my life traveling, I’ve broken hearts, had mine broken, struggled with illness, been devastated by others’ illnesses, I’ve lived, I’ve lost.

I could share tales of fate, like how each of my precious dogs came into my life or how my best friend of almost 20 years came into my life and managed to stay in it. Or for that matter, how any of the other important friendship in my life came to be. Because, trust me those are some interesting stories. Not a single one of us could be considered similar in anything but our hearts. The rare occasions that we are en masse, we make quite a stir.

 

Stories on any of my current passions, and how they came to be would be a fun read for some. I can make what seems to be such shallow endeavors come to life with such purpose and meaning. Seriously, Sephora saved my life.

 

If I don’t go to at least one concert a month I get agitated. I am also passionately against the radio; I stopped listening in ernest around 2000. That isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy a few popular artists, such as Lily Allen, Brittany (yes, that one) and, well, according to itunes that’s it. Also according to itunes, I have 14.5 days worth of music, is that excessive?

 

I’m passionate about music. I grew up in a house where it was always on. I cried when I was 12 years-old and learned that not only had The Beatles broken up but that John Lennon had been killed. I fell in love with Marilyn Monroe because of Candle in the Wind also one day I will own a pair of blue suede shoes and look like a devil in a blue dress climbing a stairway to heaven.

 

I will never forget seeing Nirvana on Unplugged; to this day, I’m a sucker for guys in cardigans. I will also know where I was when I heard of his death and I have the yellowed copy of the local paper of that picture.

Music is in my soul.

 

One song in particular inspired this entry. Elliot Smith’s “Memory Lane”. Ironically, I was introduced to him by the man that broke my heart. Find out about Elliot Smith to know why it’s ironic.

 

I think I will leave you with the particular lines that blaring out of my speakers this morning woke these words from my mind ( Yes, I know how emo that sounds).

“You’ll keep your doors and windows shut
And swear you’ll never show a soul again
But isolation pushes you ’til every muscle aches
Down the only road it ever takes
But everybody’s scared of this place, they’re staying away
Your little house on Memory Lane
If it’s your decision to be open about yourself
Be careful or else
Be careful or else
I’m comfortable apart
It’s all written on my chart”

Localize

Thomas Wynn

Olivia

I haven’t felt up to much these last few days, but promises are promises and as one of my favorite bands sing “only selfish people can’t keep promises.”

This weekend in Orlando there was a  C.D. release party for Thomas Wynn & The Believers.

They put on a good show which is evidence that the band enjoys what they do.

What’s  enjoyable about them is that they are truly family.

Thomas, the lead singer, is the brother of Olivia and the two of them struck out on their own after their father retired and their brother got married. They were originally a traveling family christian band, think the Von Trapp’s but cooler.

While they may not be considered a christian worship band today, the theme’s are still there under the heavy rock and most certainly can be found in their very kind and welcoming behavior.

Check them out