Musicgasm







I’m not exactly sure where my passion for music began. It could have been when I started listening to my parents 45’s as a young girl. There was nothing better than sitting there all afternoon listening to The Big Bopper singing Chantilly Lace or Lesley Gore’s, It’s My Party, and folks, she will cry if she wants too.  Let’s not forget Olivia Newton John getting physical, which my sister and I listened to shamelessly for hours on end. Perhaps my grade school music teacher furthered my passion with her dedication and zest in teaching us Don Gato (still one of my favorite songs!) or basically the entire soundtracks to Mary Poppins and The Sound of Music. If I close my eyes I can still see her at her piano belting out the tunes with us, smiling and in the moment.


My whole life can be defined by music. Each step of the way it has been there with me; for me. It’s like an old friend that is constant.  There are memories in the melodies. The best thing about music is that there are so many genres to explore. Sticking to one type of music is like limiting yourself to one type of food for the rest of your life. Hip Hop and marching tunes (thanks band camp) takes me back to high school. Alternative, Heavy Metal and Indie take me through college and coffee shops, sporting my green converse, t-shirts and dyed hair. There was the trip to the Beacon theater in NYC just to see Elvis Costello and They Might Be Giants because who could resist that pair?!  How many break-ups did country music get me though? There’s the time I stared into my first-borns sleeping face as she slept to the sweet and smooth voice of Jewel’s lullabies.  It’s endless, I tell you, and I won’t bore you with all the bands and their music that have walked with me. Or should I say dance?

There is just something about tunes that stick with you. It becomes a part of your being, in a way. Perhaps it's the music itself or the actual words that you are listening to. There is so much satisfaction in belting out the words to a song that gets you when you need it to. I almost feel it inside me, coursing through my body.  It’s a release that I feel in my every fiber.  It relieves my anger, soothes my aching heart, lifts my soul, and pushes me to work-out harder when I just don’t think I have it in me anymore. It even breaks me down so I can look back and pick up my pieces and move on.

Music is power. It always has been. When I see the effects it has on people all over the world it amazes me. I love how a simple song can bring people together; make them sing and dance and unite and remember, as diverse as we are, we are still one people.

Cheryl  

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