Some of the other bloggers write down the lyrics to songs for all of us to read. No doubt some are really good.
If I started to do that it would be worse than my quotes. I think I'd get on everyone's nerves.
Songs are so inspirational to me. Lyrics and melodies. Instruments and mood. There is a definite reason why before superman flies off his ledge there is that trumpet music playing, and batman; he gets the trio singers: dananananana bat mannnnnnn. Gets your endorphins going.
There are certain songs that help me run farther and faster, some that take away that stinging pain in my sternum when I am rushing around trying to "get done", some that can provoke a tear in one second into the song (Dance with my FAther AGain by Luther Vandross comes to mind; also the one about If I saw you in Heaven about the singer's 7 year old son who fell to his death out the window of his apartment), sometimes violin music makes me hold my breathe, opera is powerful in one way, rock is in another, Andrea Bocelli is just sweet in a way that powerful doesn't matter.
I can hear certain songs that just provoke me into passion. ...cooking, writing, dreaming, or just big thinking. And, of course, Dancing. It is hard to sit still when a song gets you in a certain way.
My oldest son plays the saxophone. We went to the school spring concert last night. He had a solo piece. I had no idea how good he is at playing. He never plays at home. He made me feel proud and happy. He seemed mature and confident. I pushed piano lessons for about 10 years on my kids. I think they thought it was torture. My oldest did the best as he is the one with some musical ability. The youngest never had a half of a lesson. Hopefully they will all appreciate all kinds of music when listening. I can't even start to talk about the stuff they listen to on those i-pods. Atrocities to me. I take the opportunities to blast and inflict the music I like, the good stuff, in the car and the house and hopefully it will settle somewhere in the layers of their brain and like hidden chocolate chips in a pudding will be recognized and savored with a smile some day and maybe even hunted as they would eat the whole bowl of pudding to get a few more chips.
