What Music Means To Me — Day 3: Writing 101
I love music. I love singing; I love playing music; and I love listening to music. There are so many important songs that reflect different important moments in my life that it’s nearly impossible to narrow it down to three, but I’ll try.
If you’ve read my post “The Tender Troubadour”, you’ll notice that my love for music began at a very young age. A child of the ‘60s, my first music influences came from folk songs.
In the late sixties, I spent many days, sometime months in the hospital, and the nurses’ station always had a radio, and when songs of the Fifth Dimension, the Archies, and many others, (that I can’t recall at the moment) came on the radio, I can remember asking the nurses to turn up the radio, and I would sing at the top of my lungs. It helped get me through the pain.
And I guess that’s what music does for me, it heals the pain, and I’m not just speaking of physical pain, but the pain of loss — lost opportunities, disappointments, lost loves, and lost loved ones.
As many of you may already know, I was born with a physical disability, but if that physical disability had rendered me either hearing or visually impaired, I would not have the joy and blessing of experiencing music in life.