Tag: music

As I am lying awake in my bed I am listening to the Beatles. Yes, I am old but I also listen to a wise genre of music. From old rock and role, country, southern rock, Michael Buble, contemporary Christian to old standards, Christian Rock, and the list goes on.

It’s this traditional rock role music that I grew up with and beach music. This was music that you could sink your teeth into. The Beatles, Temptations, The Supremes, The Rolling Stones and of course Elvis were in my stack of 45’s.

My father referred to me as his “flower child” because I came up in the era of hippies, acid and rock. While I loved the music and the fashion of those days the drugs and free lifestyle did not fit me. I guess you could say I am a spiritual soul without the bad trips.

Music has always been a significant part of my life. At the age of six I took piano lessons but it just didn’t seem to stick then. At thirteen I took guitars lessons and found my instrument of choice. While I have played in places like Nashville I chose not to play professionally.

Since those days music has changed so much. The soothing sounds of the 60’s and 70’s moved over to make room for R&B, Rap and Heavy Metal. I enjoy some R&B but you will never find Rap and Heavy Metal in my music library.

Now there is Techno which is kind of like fingernails on a chalkboard! The only electronic music I listen to is the new frequency music for healing.

I’ve had a long journey with music with no regrets.

Take a moment and add a little music to your day.

There has always been music around me. When I was just a small child my father would wake me up singing things like “Wake Up Little Suzzie” or “You Ain’t Nothing But A Hound Dog”. At the age of eight my parents made arrangements for my aunt to give me piano lessons. I drank up the lessons on notes like a wino devours his last bottle. It just wasn’t possible for me to get enough of it.

Unfortunately for me, the more time I spent on the piano the less time I spent on my studies. When my grades began to plummet, so did the lessons. To my parents way of thinking that was the quick fix to the problem. My grades only improved to a marginal level. It wasn’t that I wasn’t smart or anything, but that I just got bored easily. Music for me was a calming tool that made all my thoughts come together.

The piano in our house sat idle, just there for me to look at. Not being allowed to play, I soon lost the desire to. Oh the notes rolled around in my head still but they no longer had meaning. Five years went by, I guess my parents finally figured out that without music I was nothing. On my thirteen birthday I was handed a very large box. It contained a guitar. A short time later my father took me to town for guitar lessons. It wasn’t the piano but my fingers seemed drawn to it. I played for the church youth group and for anyone who listened.

I had no desire to play professionally, but in 1995 my husband and I went to Nashville to do a TV show. While it was fun, that was all it was to me. Oh we talked to artists and producers and it became very apparent that talent had nothing to do with getting a record deal. By the time the producers, songwriters and managers get their cut there is little left for the artist. Not the kind of lifestyle I wanted.

At 69, I still play for church on occasion and senior citizen functions and that is just fine with me. The moral of this story is do what make you happy not necessarily what makes other people happy. If you make other people happy, that’s a bonus!