Greetings from the living room floor. That’s right, living room floor. I’m on the living room floor because a certain big, white, fuzzy kitty decided to make my chair his bed this evening. *laughs* I’m a pushover, I know.
I was musing today. A chilly fall afternoon is good for musing. Anyway, I was musing this afternoon that as a teenager and twenty-something I clung to music. It was my air, it was my comfort and my confidant. In grade school I lived and breathed all things Duran Duran, in high school & early twenties it was hair metal, later in my twenties and on into my thirties I worshipped the Goo Goo Dolls. I fell in love with their words, their stories, the power of the music itself. It was the soundtrack of my life.
Yet in the last year I’ve listened to almost no music. I started to rebuild my iTunes library and stopped and started again. It’s mostly rebuilt now. Now all I need to do is figure out how to put it on my iPhone. But that’s a story for another day. The thing I’ve been musing about today is why during the scariest year of my life I listened to almost no music. Music, which saw me through my youth and was the soundtrack to falling in love and finding myself was somehow absent from my life for the past 12 months.
Lately I’ve been listening to 95.7FM as I make dinner at night. During the day I tried to go back to listening Pierre Robert and Jaxon on WMMR but I didn’t stick with it, the music no longer appealed to me. Even the dinnertime tunes are more background music. I miss the passion of fandom. I miss hanging on every note of every song, I miss scouring magazines for interviews, reviews, photos, etc. I miss living and dying with touring schedules and new release dates.
I don’t know where to start so I ask you my dear readers, who should I be listening to? Who speaks to you? Who’s words set your soul on fire? Who makes you want to jump up and dance? Shout? Fall in love?
I can’t wait to listen my through your suggestions.
With Much Love,
~ Carol Anne