I love reading. I love writing. I love watching movies. I love handbags, shoes and dresses (all kinds of dresses). The one other thing I really love is listening to music.
Music speaks to me. Lyrics are important to me- am not one of those, 'I just like the beat' people.
Music transports me to seasons/ times in my life- even particular events. I re-smell scents when I listen to a song that played when that scent first hit my nostrils. I re-hear sounds that were in the background when I first heard a song. I re-see happenings that were underway as that song played. I re-taste flavours that met my palate when this song was playing. I re-feel emotions that were coursing through my veins as a song was playing.
As I type, I am listening to India Arie. The woman can sing. Her voice soothes me. Her music carries me to cool Sunday afternoons, cups of tea laced with honey, a doting partner and a good book. It is deep, feel-good music all at once. One of her songs 'Beautiful Suprise' reminds me of a man who I, decidedly, will never forget because not only was he my lover, he was my friend and together, we, successfully, went through a mutually difficult time in our lives.
Songs from Don Moen's album, 'I Will Sing' will always take me back to that grim time in 2003 when dad was dead and mom was in hospital nursing pretty bad injuries from a motor accident. Mom had us play the CD over and over on the small radio we had in her room. That music exuded positivity and really helped both of us stay afloat.
Country music (and I mean, the more 'original' sounding 20th Century one; Kenny Rogers, Don Williams, et cetera) reminds me of dad and mom dancing to 'their songs' in the sitting room with mom giggling and dad grinning Chesire cat style and of alternate Sunday evenings when the boy I was googled eyed for at the time and I would tune in to Radio One and listen to country music and fall more in love with each other.
Toni Braxton's album Libra conveys me to Kaciru, Kigali and learning life's lesson on living within one's means- of relegating luxuries to the back burner and of being grateful for faithful, steadfast friends.
Listening to Jars of Clay- a lovely Christian band, if I can say so myself, brings back memories of university days and my envy of a half-caste girl who seemed to have it all together; beauty, brains and boys! Do you see the irony? :-)
I recently 'discovered' Alex Cornish- a Briton with real talent :-)...his music is melancholic and simply speaks to my moody side. I have looked him up and he doesn't look half bad either :-)...a fact that ensures that he features in my dreams more often lately :-)...a girl is allowed isn't she??!! :-)
I will close this post with mention of a musical that I watched last night, 'Dancing Queen' at theatre La Bonita. The actors and actresses put on such a great performance. I had some good laughs. The sound system, though, is so messed up it's shameful. I am no sound engineer but the place clearly needs some 'pimping'. Laura's comment to my announcement that I had been to watch a play was, 'you're so cultured!'...
You hear that people???? I am cultured! fancy that!
Music speaks to me. Lyrics are important to me- am not one of those, 'I just like the beat' people.
Music transports me to seasons/ times in my life- even particular events. I re-smell scents when I listen to a song that played when that scent first hit my nostrils. I re-hear sounds that were in the background when I first heard a song. I re-see happenings that were underway as that song played. I re-taste flavours that met my palate when this song was playing. I re-feel emotions that were coursing through my veins as a song was playing.
Songs from Don Moen's album, 'I Will Sing' will always take me back to that grim time in 2003 when dad was dead and mom was in hospital nursing pretty bad injuries from a motor accident. Mom had us play the CD over and over on the small radio we had in her room. That music exuded positivity and really helped both of us stay afloat.
Country music (and I mean, the more 'original' sounding 20th Century one; Kenny Rogers, Don Williams, et cetera) reminds me of dad and mom dancing to 'their songs' in the sitting room with mom giggling and dad grinning Chesire cat style and of alternate Sunday evenings when the boy I was googled eyed for at the time and I would tune in to Radio One and listen to country music and fall more in love with each other.
Toni Braxton's album Libra conveys me to Kaciru, Kigali and learning life's lesson on living within one's means- of relegating luxuries to the back burner and of being grateful for faithful, steadfast friends.
Listening to Jars of Clay- a lovely Christian band, if I can say so myself, brings back memories of university days and my envy of a half-caste girl who seemed to have it all together; beauty, brains and boys! Do you see the irony? :-)
I recently 'discovered' Alex Cornish- a Briton with real talent :-)...his music is melancholic and simply speaks to my moody side. I have looked him up and he doesn't look half bad either :-)...a fact that ensures that he features in my dreams more often lately :-)...a girl is allowed isn't she??!! :-)
You hear that people???? I am cultured! fancy that!
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