|Girls at the Piano, by Renoir. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Renoir23.jpg.|
I’ve written about books and cats and mandalas and other things I love, but I haven’t written much about music, other than my post earlier this week about my first piano recital.
Music can be one of my most effective anxiety busters. It has the power to change my perspective.
I listen to music for different reasons: to relax, for pure enjoyment, to feel more energetic, to think, to not think, while reminiscing, to inspire myself.
Some nights, I play music to help me fall asleep. These two CDs usually put me out—I usually wake up later and realize I never heard the end of the CD—Yoga Journal “Pure Relaxation” and Lifescapes “Meditations: Native American Flute.”
Monday night, Larry and I listened to some music by the Bee Gees in remembrance of Robin Gibb and the loss of the musical group. We sang along and in a real way rejoiced in the music, even though we felt sad.
I have sung, played music on the piano and organ, and listened to music most of my life. Some of my earliest memories involve music.
When I was perhaps 6 or 7 years old, my mother got a boxer puppy, Boots. While he was a puppy, she kept him on the enclosed back porch, with the fireplace guard around him to keep him from wandering.
Boots didn’t like to be alone. When he was, he would cry.
I couldn’t stand to hear him cry. He sounded so sad and lonely. So I would sit on the floor beside him and talk to him. I also sang to him from the Methodist hymnbook. One of my favorite hymns was “Standing on the Promises,” and Boots heard that one a lot.
My taste in music grew as I grew older. I spent my teen years listening to a lot of John Denver. I still like listening to his music.
College widened my musical world as I listened to roommates’ favorites that became my favorites. My dorm was full of a wide variety of music: James Taylor; Linda Ronstadt; Carly Simon; the Commodores; the Beatles; Peter, Paul and Mary; the Rolling Stones, the Go-Go’s. Have you ever heard of such a combination of music?
As I grew older, I became more interested in folk and bluesy music. I discovered Van Morrison and Nanci Griffith.
I can’t pin down my favorite type of music or even my favorite artist, though I suppose if I had to choose a favorite singer, it would be Alison Krauss. She has the voice of an angel and can harmonize beautifully with anyone.
I took a look at my playlist in my iPod and found evidence of my inability to focus on one type of music. Here are some of the artists:
Hootie and the Blowfish
Mary Chapin Carpenter
On Monday, I listened to Amanda Marshall’s “Believe in You” while I was walking. I thought about how the message of the song means so much to me. I feel like it’s a message that I want to give to others.
So I leave you with her song. And yes, dear readers, I believe in you.
What does music mean to you? What role does it play in your life? What are your favorites?