I find that I have some very diverse interests in music and I find it interesting that I associate certain groups or genres to people I’ve had relationships with during my life. I don’t know if anyone else is like this but I find that I’ve discovered very little myself. Most of my likes have come from the influence of others.
My mother gave me country music and a great love for Johnny Cash. She showed me that it didn’t have to be technically great to want to listen to it. My father gave me jazz and classical and the Blues! Together they taught me that the 50’s and 60’s gave us some fantastic groups that deserve to be remembered. I mourn the loss of this time period from the airwaves. Rochester no longer has an “oldies” station and I miss it. Marino and my high school choir teacher Mrs. Zundel gave me a love for musicals and opera. I went to my first opera in high school and find it astounding what beauty can come from a person’s voice.
My first love in school gave me Green Day and an introduction to Alternative music. I discovered Nirvana and grunge. I was amazed by this angry messy sort of sound. It matched something dark and upsetting inside me and gave an outlet for those feelings. Soon after, my former fiance Mark helped me discover Smashing Pumpkins, Harry Connick Jr., and The Bloodhound Gang. Three entirely different sounds but all equally compelling. Connick is just awaesome, especially his Louisiana funk albums.
I will always think of Chelle when I hear The Dance by Garth Brooks. It reminds me of us. Sitting on her bed two young girls, each with too many problems, singing our sorrows away.
Brian gave me Ben Folds, Dave Matthews and an appreciation for all things acoustic or acapella. He taught me to listen to the message of a song. Our wedding song was I’ll Back You Up by Dave Matthews Band. He took me to see Ani Difranco for my birthday a few months after we met and showed me how varied his tastes are.
So, I set the ipod on shuffle and I think of all of my friends past and present with each song that goes by. I hope that maybe I’ve given some music to someone else during my time and that I keep discovering new as I grow. Maybe it comes from being the child of a musician but music just colors my life. I identify myself with songs and feel a great respect for anyone who can create them.
When I was in college I took a music appreciation class. At the start of each class our professor would read us a definition of music. Every day was different sometimes the definitions were technical, sometimes spiritual. For our final he asked us to write our definition. I gave him a poem that I had written about it combining the soul searching aspects with the technicalities. I’m glad I was given the opportunity to think about it.