Sunday, January 15, 2006

but it's not

I'm fighting the urge to stop typing. I'm listening to some Lyle Lovett and wondering how it is that we find ourselves avalanched by bad music. I guess it's media, it's Clear Channel, it's what we're forced to listen to during the commute from our point As to our point Bs. That's forgivable...but supporting such an idea isn't. How much do sounds affect my life? I listened to the Rose Bowl on the radio earlier this month and loved every minute, I listen to music every night, I've got some strange gene that makes me support 'sounds'. I can be cooking, cleaning the house, driving a car, dancing (badly) around on a Friday night...sounds are so much a part of my life; the music and rhythm of my days are so important. Throw in live performances that I chase like stardust and it adds up to a significant part of my livelihood; I listen to songs on my iPod before I take exams, I rolled-and-clicked to those same songs as I was walking to a plane and a mission that seemed too much to handle. I give music to people because it's usually the best I have to give. So much out there isn't worth our efforts.

What do I want for the New Year? I want to finish the perfect CD of music, I want all of us to walk down the street holding hands, I want the pressure of TiVo and TV to end, I want us to talk about the sounds of family and friends that move us. I want the end of the week to be a time when we laugh about how funny it was that 'you said that'; about the dinner that was so good; I want it to be about sitting around and talking of our lives and how difficult they can be..every single day. I want to know that everyone important in my life knows how much they've been an influence in what I AM. Sometimes it's hard, my music helps make it easier. I defy anyone to tell me that there aren't songs that are so ingrained, so much a part of us, that we remember them beyond anything in our lives. I want to hear those songs, I want to just listen, I want to know...

A belated Happy New Year to all.

Sorry, can't hear you over the music.

tx

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