Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Something I Love...

 Day 12 - A picture of something you love Day 13 - A picture of something you hate Day 14 - Picture of someone you could never imagine your life without Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die Day 16 - Someone you would want to switch lives w/ for one day and why Day 17 - Your favorite song Day 18 - Picture of your biggest insecurity Day 19 - A picture of someone you miss Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel Day 21 - A picture of something that makes you happy Day 22 - A picture that confuses you Day 23 - Something you crave for a lot Day 24- A picture of yourself and a family member Day 25 - Picture of yourself and a family member Day 26 - A picture of something that means alot to you. Day 27 - A picture of something your afraid of Day 28 - A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then? Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile Day 30 - Who are you?

This wasn't a hard one to figure out. :) 
It wouldn't be, and I'm glad it wouldn't be. 
SomeTHING I love? 
There's a lot of things, among them lilacs and roses and strawberries and photography and the mountains and thunderstorms and my friends and family....the list goes on. Those are just the first things that come to mind.

Music never has to come to mind though, it's always there. If it seems extreme to say it's how my soul breathes, I guess I'll be extreme. It's just something I couldn't be without. I love being a part of it, too. There's something so intense about the way it feels, the way time suspends before the baton drops...the way it feels to hear your individual sound blend with everyone else's to create a massive force with sound that people can feel. To be able to put yourself in the music, and to be able to use the music to express things you wouldn't be able to say. 
"Where words fail, music speaks"

I love to listen to it, I love to play it...I understand it, and it still amazes me to this day how incredibly powerful it can be.  I keep thinking about Aerosmith when I heard them sing Dream On at Alpine Valley the first time I was there.  The whole valley is ringing with the sound of voices and the band is building and it was AMAZING.  You honestly feel like you're somewhere else...just reaches you.  Or sitting in a bar in Taos...normal bar, normal room, until my friends The Rudy Boy Experiment blow the roof off the place. Whenever they play, there's this rush of energy and electricity. You can tell they love it, you feel this excitement that you didn't have before the first note plays. 

Or one of my other favorites, one I played. Third Symphony. The man who wrote it wrote it (Barnes) to grieve the loss of his child...and I to this day can't play it or listen to it without completely falling apart by the third movement. It's powerful.  You can HEAR his heart.  Before I knew what it was about it got me, too.  I remember that first,and that to me is what music is about. 
It's amazing that you can FEEL the sorrow and the dreams he had for her without any words being spoken. The power struck me before I even knew the whys behind it.  And it helped me be able to work through things I needed to work through too. I remember talking to the horn soloist and she told me she was playing it for her sister who she'd lost... no wonder it was so amazing when she played it. 

Anyway, I could probably go on No questions, it will always be a part of my life. And that, I love.

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