my first steps were taken while "give me three steps" by lynard skynard was playing in the background. my dad thought that would be pretty cool if i actually walked for the first time with that song playing..he still has that glimmer in his eye when he tells that story.
my dad loved classic rock, i was born in 1974 so i guess it was considered rock then.
my mom loved..no, worshipped diana ross. in all her long flowy hair, big beautiful eyed, divine voiced glory.
i love how when you hear a song it can transcend time almost. time traveling to your youth, feeling, smelling, re-living that experience again, in ways. my first record was cat stevens, i was five. i think i "borrowed" it from from my dad, leading to "adopting" it. i had a mini-record player in my room and would play and replay 'morning has broken'. the feeling it gave me, it just swept me away. especially the piano parts, i felt like i had been wrapped in a cocoon, safely tucked inside...
sometimes i try to see if certain parts of songs move other people the way it moves me. have you ever tried that? i get so excited for them, hoping that they'll feel it too. but it's funny because most of the time they'll be distracted or talking during that "one part" that should've sparked something in them...i'm waiting..waiting..the moment's building...here comes the part.....there it went...and..nothing. i always get a little let down, but i know it's my own expectation and blah blah blah..
i've actually discovered a few years ago that my sister and brother do the same thing and usually the same exact thing happens, the other person didn't connect to it in the same way.
but the beauty is that they have their own songs. and the truth is that maybe i would have missed that "one part" too.
i think that bradley nowell (but originally by bob marley) sang it best when he sang.."one good thing about music, when it hits you you feel no pain. so hit me with music.."
i'd love to hear which songs move you..