Music Is The Answer

(Originally published 23 Jul 2013)

I’ve always been a music lover.  Ever since I can remember I’ve listened to music of all kinds.  It’s a love I’ll (hopefully) have until I shuffle off this earth.  Most of my days, for the last few years at least, have been taken up with a roller-coaster of moods, emotions and anxiety.  Up and down. Round and round. Inside out.  Never quite knowing where it will lead, but one constant I can always rely on is music.  It never ceases to amaze me just how it can affect me, in both good and bad ways.  There are still songs that can hit you right there – that place in your heart that takes a song from being 3 minutes of noise to a lifelong partner that you can rely on for the rest of your life to lift your mood.  I love that.

My iPod (other mp3 players are available) is one of the most eclectic mixes of music you’ll ever see (ok so you probably won’t ever see it but trust me on that) and I love it for that reason.  It’s ever-growing and thank God (other Deity’s are available) it does.  I love all music; new stuff, old stuff, cool stuff and probably way too much stuff that I’d be embarrassed to share with you my new blog-reading friend.

Do you remember when you were younger and just listened to music for what it was.  When none of the stuff we worry about as an adult really mattered.  When you weren’t aware that there was such a thing as an ‘album track’ or ‘an artist was the ‘next big thing’ or even that listening to a particular group or singer could be social suicide.  I remember when I was a lad listening (and loving) my Dad’s Neil Sedaka LP (in the days LONG before CD and when downloads were a distant dream).  It was called ‘Laughter and Tears’ (quite an apt title) and I just remember listening to it and singing along over and over again.  I didn’t really know who Neil Sedaka was.  He could have been the coolest artist in the world for all the 8 year old me was concerned, maybe he was back then (I doubt it though!).  It didn’t matter to me either way.  I loved the songs on that album for what they were to me then.  Songs I could sing along to, write down the lyrics to and pretend I’d wrote them and most of all they made me happy.  What more did they need to do?  Songs have been doing that for me ever since (although I don’t copy the lyrics down and pretend they were my own so much anymore)   Songs to make me happy, or sad, or angry, or melancholic and probably every other emotion you can think of.  It might be short lived, but it’s a feeling to enjoy while the music plays.

I was reminded of that again the other night, driving listening to Pink; way too loudly for my ears, but the perfect volume for my heart and mind.  I could feel the adrenaline pumping and it felt good singing (or maybe screaming) along.  When (if) you do get down remember to turn to music, find that song from back in the day, regardless of what it is, and play it loud (other volumes are NOT available!!