My Musical Life in 31 Days

I’m going to attempt to write a post a day for the month of October, detailing my fascination and love of music.

Music is second only in my life to writing/reading (I group reading and writing together). In fact, I think music has enhanced my writing and reading life, which is what I hope to explain more as the month will go on. From how jazz has influenced my poetry, to how country songs convey romance and heartbreak. The poetry of music has played (no pun intended) a huge part in my writing life.

My parents introduced music into my life from the first I can remember. We were always asking for Mom to turn the radio on (me at about 2) when we were in the car. Records went on the minute my father was out the door and off to work in the morning. Music was part of being a Christian, from hymns at church to Christian children’s records as I was growing up.

I grew up when records and vinyl records were still in fashion despite compact discs becoming more popular. I listened to records at my grandparents when they would babysit. The old records that were my father’s and uncles’. I first learned about Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass and that glorious woman in the whipped cream dress from my grandparents. How scandalous at the age of 6. I mean, she was a well endowed woman in a whipped cream dress!

Stereos and boomboxes of the 90s became my introduction into what I thought was pop music, but turned out to be late 70s classics and early 80s light rock. (Light Rock Less Talk, Sunny102 FM….. ah yes, I knew my station well. Right out of California’s central valley). These also made it possible for my first mix-tapes. Which eventually led to mix cds and now to mp3 playlists.

The delayed love of boy bands, slowly finding myself and what I really liked, mp3 players and online music. I have lived my life full of music. To this day I still consume music, always hunting for new things and having current fascinations that take me off on a tangent of styles. The rap years (which were few) the jazz period (current that has flabbergasted my family), the pop years, which have continued depending on how good the summer pop season is. If I had my druthers, I’d have music on all day long. My family would go nuts, but I would if I owned my own house. A perpetual shuffled playlist that went all day, yes, I would be quite happy with that.

So for the 31 days of October, you will get to live my life of music. I hope you enjoy, and I would love to have people’s (reader’s) likes and dislikes. Comment up the wazoo. On this post, on any post. Heck, every post. What kind of music do you like?




Vintage Craze – Part 4 : Vinyl


It conjures up a host of images.  Or at least it does for me.  Vinyl seats at a diner.  Vinyl flooring.  Vinyl outfits that are really just too kinky and weird for my tastes…. Okay, moving on.

Isn't that a gorgeous look?

When I say vinyl, and I can’t believe this can be considered vintage because I grew up with this, I mean records.  Am I really that old? (ok, my parents and grandparents are older…)

Yes.  Gasp!  Those giant, round discs that existed long before cds and mp3s were ever thought of.  Do you know there are some people kids  who have no clue as to what a record is?  Now that is a horror to me.  And I’m not even how “vintage” records are, but well I’m calling them that.

I grew up with records.  We had stacks of them.  All my Psalty the Singing Songbooks.  All those goofy kids records we had.  We had tons.  Then all the records my parents had.  Oh my gosh did we have quite a few.  And then we would wear my grandmother out playing the records at her house when she would babysit us. (and she had one of those cool turntables that would take a whole stack of records, which really didn’t work for the story records as it would only play one side before dropping down a new record that was a different story…..)

I am in a record mood right now.  There is something so very nice about putting that large black disk onto the turntable.  Hearing that first scratchy sound of the needle hitting the edge.  Then the music finally playing in that slightly scratchy tone with it muted and mellowed out.  Not so super clear that the treble needs to be played with.

There is actually some music that we have on records that we also have on cds now. I prefer the record.  The cds are too clear.  Too perfect.  Too much treble.  I like the mellowed tone.

Today it was side B of Art Garfunkel‘s Breakaway album.  (by the way, people. I know quite a bit of 70’s music.  People are always surprised at what I know.  Yes, I like Chicago, Simon and Garfunkel, John Denver, etc.)  Oh and yeah, side B…  I could go on about the flipping of the record, but I won’t.

And after the Breakaway came Watermark, by the same artist, and finally one of my father’s John Denver albums.  I love to hear music from the turntable.  And can you believe that my parents got rid of a whole bunch of records when I was little because they didn’t listen to that music anymore, and now that I’m older, it’s stuff I enjoy!  It breaks my heart.

Now, I don’t do it as much as I used to.  I am quite in love with my mp3 player and I love cds.  And the record player is in a tricky spot so I don’t find it easy to play records all day long.  Besides, I don’t really want to hear all those kids albums so much these days. Hmm, I wonder why?  But I still love playing the old recordings.  There’s a homey feel to it.

What about you? Do you remember vinyl? And do you ever miss it?

Signing off