I Wake Up To The Sound Of Music

I have always envied the passionate people I know.

To have something they love so much it’s almost as if it drives their soul…they find their purpose in their passion.

I’m not such a person.  Don’t get me wrong…I love life and am passionate about living but I don’t have a true “passion” per se.

However there is one area of my life that falls pretty damn close.


I am in no way any kind of gifted/talented in the music department…I took piano lessons when I was in High School (totally rocking out a New Kids song at my recital…oooooh yeah…) but piano playing and double jointed/easily lockable fingers don’t really get on together and I only made it to Grade 3 I believe…I also love singing along to songs…although trust me when I say it’s better if I sing along in private.

It never, ever ceases to amaze me that we, as a species, have taken such often simple instruments and created amazing sounds from them….sticks drumming, little hammers hitting strings, blowing air into a metal tube, fingers strumming wire….it blows my mind.

There have been many times where music has been my comfort….from curling up and listening to soft melodies made by voice and instrument and feeling so much less alone…to dancing naked in my room to a current favourite song (c’mon…I’m not the only one)…and to being crazy emotional and singing as loud as I can to Nine Inch Nails or Rage Against The Machine whilst driving alone.

For as long as I can remember my life has been shaped around the enjoyment and appreciation of music and I think my current, well rounded, tastes stem from always having some form of music in my life… from car rides as a kid listening to The Beach Boys or Willie Nelson on 8 Tack (the main music in my childhood was Country  & Western), to be-bopping with my Dad on New Years Eve to Bill Haley and The Comets or Jerry Lee Lewis…to doing jigs and polkas while my Uncle played the fiddle and my Dad the banjo or accordion…to putting on my mom’s square dancing skirt (complete with crinoline) and pretending to be Sandra Dee and singing, and acting, the entire soundtrack of Grease…to stealing into my brother’s room when he wasn’t there to listen to Depeche Mode and The Smiths…

I find strength in music.  There isn’t a day that goes by without music playing in my life.  It can transport me out of reality or push me deeper into it.  I love that with whatever emotion I am feeling I can find something to match so that I feel understood and not so crazy or isolated.

What does music do for you?  Do you have any sentimental music memories?

Never stop singing.

~Hugs and love~

Author: upsidedowncanuck

Adventurous....not as funny as I think I am. I care about things. Mostly living things. Some non-living things. I believe in education and strongly believe that you are not fully educated until you step outside of your own little world. The brave may not live forever but the cautious don't live at all.

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