I consider myself as a unique music lover. I love all types of music. Think the only type I can think of that I dislike is country music and hard-core rap music. I have no favorite type of music. I feel like my large variety sets me apart from everyone else I know because most of my family and friends who I know their taste in music, they will normally stick to just one type. My mom only listens to country, my sister only listens to R&B and rap, and as for my boyfriend will only listen to old school rap and reggae. I think music can bring people together or it could mean different things for different people. Like I can not understand reggae at all. I’ve tried, I can’t even make out any of the words that they are saying, but my boyfriend can. He tells me the meaning and stories behind the songs in which it helps me understand what the song is about, but I still can’t understand what they are saying.
I think music can bring a certain type of bonding relationship to stranger’s who can relate to the same type of music, not like a cult per-say but more like an understanding to their reasons to liking certain types of music or the artists themselves. Like at concerts, people won’t normally go just for a good time and to get drunk, they will spend the money to see the artists they really like or are passion about their music. I think everyone interpretation about artists, music, and songs is different. But of course, you can play a cool hip-hop song to a bunch of 1st graders and they will all dance to it. Then there’s the songs that people can relate too or associate a song to a certain memory that takes them back in time. In the past I had many ups and downs and have associated many songs to what was going on in my life at that time. Now ah days to not risk reliving the pain I have endured, I choose not to listen to certain songs as they will take me back to sad memories that I wish to not relive.
My Soundtrack:
My youngest son – Thunderstruck – (AC/DC)
This song reminds me of my youngest song because he rocks out every time he hears it and has stuck a love for this rock band.
My boyfriend – 3 Little Birds – (Bob Marley)
When I first met my boyfriend, he expressed his love for reggae and his favorite artist in which I knew nothing about this type of music.
Both my children – Silent Night – (My own version)
I sang this to my first son, as I sing it to my second son. This song is both their favorites.
My oldest son – You are my Sunshine – (My own version)
I have this memory of him humming this song to himself to sleep when he was 2 years old.
My grandmother – White Christmas – (Bing Crosby)
Every year my grandmother would wish for a white Christmas and this happens to be her favorite song.
My grandfather – Blue Christmas – (Elvis Presley)
This was my grandfathers favorite Christmas song. He had a mini jukebox Christmas ornament that would only play this song by one of his favorite artists.
Myself – Secrets – (Beethoven 5th symphony)
I cry every time I hear this song because I think it’s most beautiful how it was orchestrated. I hear this song and it puts me in a peace of mind.
This is a picture I took when I visited my grandparents’ graves. I endure a peace of mind every time I look up at the clouds.