Something Creative
Music is an essential part of my world. I’ve been listening to all genres of music since I could reach up & turn on my parents’ stereo. Even then I would dance to whatever was playing on the radio. My earliest memories of music are listening to the music from then. I asked Mom for some specifics but like me she just remembers the briefest moments of me grooving to the sounds emmanating from the speakers.
Music fills a part of my soul that is empty otherwise. I feel one with the music…like I’m part of it and vice versa. Nothing can make me cry or laugh, smile or frown, calm or excite me the way music does. I am in awe of people who are good at playing instruments especially the guitar. (Okay even if you are mediocre I’ll sit & listen for hours if you are willing to play for me.) It’s a talent I do not possess & I appreciate it in others. I did play in the band from 5th to 11th grade. (I quit in a fit of pique when the director was an ass to me.) My instrument of choice was the flute & later the piccolo. While I enjoyed it I was not dedicated enough to spend the hours necessary to practice & become excellent. I do have fond memories of all the nights I sat in the bleachers & played with the pep band though.
I also love to sing. I was a member of the choir throughout my junior high & high school years. Now I’m just a chantuese masquerading as a receptionist & sometimes writer. I love to sing and sometimes the only to get the music out of me is to sing at the top of my lungs ( no matter how bad I may sound…don’t judge me ‘cuz I know you do it too.)
So all of that to say this. Recently a friend on Twitter introduced me to Leonard Cohen. (Thanks very much for introduction my friend…I’m glad I took a chance & asked you for more information. 
) I had a chance to listen to just the briefest sampling of Cohen’s work. Now I’m hooked & will definitely be looking for some the next time I go shopping. It’s the kind of music I wish I grew up listening to rather than Poison, Skidrow and Debbie Gibson. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that….I’ll sing along with them too.) This is music with soul, longing & depth. I feel differently when listening to this music. I’m transported to a dark smoky club with private leather booths, a piano & a martini.
This is the kind of music that makes me want to put on a nice dress, dim the lights, pour wine & dance barefoot in my kitchen with the man I love. I want to slowly circle the floor in candlelight with my arms around his neck & my cheek pressed against his chest so I can feel & hear his heart beat. This music induces me to slow, dark thoughts best left for summer nights on the patio with a cocktail in one hand & cigar smoke curling slowly up from the nearby ashtray.
) I had a chance to listen to just the briefest sampling of Cohen’s work. Now I’m hooked & will definitely be looking for some the next time I go shopping. It’s the kind of music I wish I grew up listening to rather than Poison, Skidrow and Debbie Gibson. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that….I’ll sing along with them too.) This is music with soul, longing & depth. I feel differently when listening to this music. I’m transported to a dark smoky club with private leather booths, a piano & a martini.
This is the kind of music that makes me want to put on a nice dress, dim the lights, pour wine & dance barefoot in my kitchen with the man I love. I want to slowly circle the floor in candlelight with my arms around his neck & my cheek pressed against his chest so I can feel & hear his heart beat. This music induces me to slow, dark thoughts best left for summer nights on the patio with a cocktail in one hand & cigar smoke curling slowly up from the nearby ashtray.
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Just Plain Bill
