What's my muse right now? "In Orbit" by Derek Flynn.
Music has always been a part of my day. At least since I received my first boombox and disc man with the cables to connect them together.
I still remember that Christmas, and the two CD's I unwrapped from my sisters.
Amy Grant: Heart in Motion and Wilson Phillips.
Though I can't recall a particular instance where a specific song or lyric changed my course in life, like "Wall of Death" did for Derek Flynn. (You can read about it on his blog, Rant, with Occasional Music.) It has gotten me through everything I've experienced in life.
Much like Ally McBeal, I've always heard a soundtrack playing in my head as I move through each day.
Like everything else about me, there is little rhyme or reason to the style of music.
Sometimes I'll be country--usually, I'm country. Once in a while I'll be rap, but that is a rare, rare moment. For a series of years between junior high and high school when I was my angriest I listened to nothing but grunge, alternative, and hardcore rock.
I looked just like every other teen trying to be unique (only I really was, because I was a natural redhead--and I hated it more than anything.) with my baggy ripped pants, sloppy graphic tees, and worn Vans. It didn't matter that I couldn't skateboard and had no desire to learn.
My style reflected who I was and what I felt.
Did I mention I was angry?
There was a period of time during my mid twenties where the only music I listened to was music found in clubs and bars. Normally that listening was accompanied by dancing and drinking into the wee hours of the morning. Luckily, I survived them with little damage to my internal organs, my body, or my life itself.
Even today, years after I left the party scene my heartbeat accelerates and I get the urge to shake my ass and hips whenever the songs I clung to during those times come on. Sometimes, the scent of fast flowing alcohol and cologne covered sweat seems to waft from the speakers.
I'm pretty sure it's just my imagination--my sensory memory--kicking in.
Or my stereo is secretly scratch and sniff.
That could be interesting, but couldn't it smell like something more tasty? Maybe chocolate cake or cookies?
Regardless of what music tickles my fancy at any given time, it's always there.
A part of me.
As long as there is music playing, life will continue and nothing will be impossible.
So, DJ, keep that music playing.
Are there particular songs or types of music that help you get through things in life? Or changed your life?
I'd love to hear about it.