I’m completely in love. Unabashedly. Unashamedly. Unequivocally.
Music has always been a rather large part of our family life.
And food.
Anyway, our vacations, football games and Saturday afternoons were colored with the music my dad loved. The Beatles, Moody Blues, Frankie Valli, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Paul Simon – the list goes on and on.
In high school and college, I found my own style of music. Mostly lyrically driven with simple melodies and fabulous harmonies. Like I suspect everyone at that age, I felt defined by the music I loved. I would spend hours in the music store reading the acknowledgments of my favorite artists looking for their influences and fellow musicians.
Yes, at one point in time, there were actual stores that sold just music. I know. How DID we survive before digital music?
Indigo Girls, Vertical Horizon (before they went rock), Billy Pilgrim, Nancy Griffith, David Wilcox, Shawn Colvin – they all provided a soundtrack of sorts to my life.
Then I married an actual musician.
Those simple melodies were not his favorites. Work, developing my marriage, our church and trying to find more time to spend with our families all took my focus off searching for new music. And that was exactly what needed to be my center.
But as I attempt to develop a healthier approach to life, I find I am more than ever drawn to music. I just no longer feel the need for Chris to love the music as I do.
Which very likely makes him happy.
I feel only pity for him that he doesn’t love it like I do. But he feels the same pity for me because I don’t love whatever piece he’s conducting.
Okay, seriously, I feel like I should at least know the name of the pieces he’s working on. Bad wife.
So that brings me back to Genius. Chris put all that music I loved into my IPod a couple of months ago. Genius took all that and started sending me to artists that were similar and as I’ve purchased more music, the list expands. Now my “favorites” playlist has grown to be such a wonderful array of new sounds. I’m fairly positive I look like an absolute fool driving down the interstate singing at the top of my lungs.
But dang, Granian is just fabulous. As is Five Way Friday and The Script and Needtobreathe and Matt Nathanson. Oh and The Weepies! Still the same simple music with amazing lyrics. Just not the same woman who felt defined by the music before. Now, I have a much broader definition of who I am.
Because who I am…is just a girl in love with a soulless computer application asking it to love her.
Music has always been a rather large part of our family life.
And food.
Anyway, our vacations, football games and Saturday afternoons were colored with the music my dad loved. The Beatles, Moody Blues, Frankie Valli, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Paul Simon – the list goes on and on.
In high school and college, I found my own style of music. Mostly lyrically driven with simple melodies and fabulous harmonies. Like I suspect everyone at that age, I felt defined by the music I loved. I would spend hours in the music store reading the acknowledgments of my favorite artists looking for their influences and fellow musicians.
Yes, at one point in time, there were actual stores that sold just music. I know. How DID we survive before digital music?
Indigo Girls, Vertical Horizon (before they went rock), Billy Pilgrim, Nancy Griffith, David Wilcox, Shawn Colvin – they all provided a soundtrack of sorts to my life.
Then I married an actual musician.
Those simple melodies were not his favorites. Work, developing my marriage, our church and trying to find more time to spend with our families all took my focus off searching for new music. And that was exactly what needed to be my center.
But as I attempt to develop a healthier approach to life, I find I am more than ever drawn to music. I just no longer feel the need for Chris to love the music as I do.
Which very likely makes him happy.
I feel only pity for him that he doesn’t love it like I do. But he feels the same pity for me because I don’t love whatever piece he’s conducting.
Okay, seriously, I feel like I should at least know the name of the pieces he’s working on. Bad wife.
So that brings me back to Genius. Chris put all that music I loved into my IPod a couple of months ago. Genius took all that and started sending me to artists that were similar and as I’ve purchased more music, the list expands. Now my “favorites” playlist has grown to be such a wonderful array of new sounds. I’m fairly positive I look like an absolute fool driving down the interstate singing at the top of my lungs.
But dang, Granian is just fabulous. As is Five Way Friday and The Script and Needtobreathe and Matt Nathanson. Oh and The Weepies! Still the same simple music with amazing lyrics. Just not the same woman who felt defined by the music before. Now, I have a much broader definition of who I am.
Because who I am…is just a girl in love with a soulless computer application asking it to love her.
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