I could just sit around, making music all day long.
As long as I'm making my music ain't gonna do nobody no harm.
And who knows, maybe I'll come up with a song
To make people want to stop all this fussing and fighting
Long enough to sing along.
I believe in music
I believe in love
I believe in music
I believe in love.
Music is love and love is music if you know what I mean
People who believe in music are the happiest people I've ever seen
So clap your hands and stomp your feet and shake those tambourines
Lift your voices to the sky; tell me what you see.
Music is the universal language, and love is the key
To peace hope and understanding, and living in harmony
So take your brother by the hand and come along with me
Lift your voices to the sky, tell me what you see.
Music has always pulsed through my veins. I took tap at age 5 followed by ballet and ballroom dancing. I sang in chorus in school all the way through high school. Music speaks to me when nothing and no one else can. I can hear a song and it can transport me through time to a time in my life quicker that the Delorian in Back to the Future.
I am a total eclectic...I love it all!
Broadway-Hymns-Rock-n-Roll-Jazz-you name it.
It's my life force and it's gotten me through many, many situations.
Like the pregnancy of my first child in 1977. Debby Boone came out with the song "You Light Up My Life". I played piano and bought the sheet music for that. The baby was due Sept. 20 and was taken by C-section on Oct. 19. The planner in me said, "The baby is due Sept. 20, I will start my maternity leave one week earlier on the 13th to make sure the house, the nursery and everything is done and I will have no stress when I come home with the baby." I got to HATING Tuesdays....weekly OB appointment. Had the script down cold. "Baby is still breech. Go home, lay on floor, put legs up on couch cushions and baby will flip. Come back next Tuesday." You can only lay so many hours on a floor without a break. So I'd sit at my piano and play over and over ad nauseum "You Light Up My Life" until it was time to resume the position on the floor. Music got me through and to this day whenever I hear it, it takes me back to waiting for Kelli Lynne.
Like the YMCA. I HATE TREADMILLS WITH A PASSION! But it was recommended to do to try to help with my fibro pain so I donned headphones and a CD player and walked through Abba's "Dancing Queen", Queen's "We Are The Champions", Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive", Survivor's "Eye of the Tiger" among other kick-butt music and cooled down to Sarah McLaughlin's "In the Arms of the Angel". Music got me through it.
Like a whole body nuclear scan to check for cancer recurrence. Thank God for IPods! I loaded that baby up with KennyG, Toby Keith, Billy Joel, Andy Williams, John Denver, James Taylor, Neil Diamond and a host of others and made it through that hour long scan. The music kept the endorphins flowing and kept shooed out the fears of what if the c-monster has taken over my body again and let my fibromyalgic body lay still on that table while I was being nuked.
It's my touchstone. It will help me let go of my 2nd Lieutenant in August, it will help me with the health hand I was dealt and it will bring me peace and strength to deal with the moments of Monsters named Depression, Panic, cancer and Fibromyalgia.
Finding your touchstone and your peace is my fervent wish for you as we travel this road together.
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