Music, I have missed you. I wish I realized sooner how little of music has been part of my day to day. I am someone whose BFF in high school's first response (upon seeing me in person for the first time 20 years later) was, "YOU. Oh, my God, Wendy. You did everything you said you wanted to do. And now you're on the radio." and I was hee. And she embarrassed me by telling everyone in the room how attached to music I really was through all those years. "We couldn't go to the mall without spending at least an HOUR in the music shop. Name a music store anywhere in a thirty mile radius, they all know Wendy. We can't even go to Rhode Island without running into somebody she knows. Some singer or drummer or some DJ or music geek or whatever." I was red. But, she hit on how invested I was/am in music and how important its presence is to me.
How could I forget about it? Music is the stuff that permeates my bones and I find it so abundantly joyful that it tends to spill over the cup which holds my soul. I'm serious. I love to dance and sing, especially dance, or especially sing (depends on whichever I am doing at the moment) and I love relating to music and relating to people and relating music to people and being part of melody.
I have so much passion for music. When I'm not hobbling from a shit knee, I move lyrically. I tend to speak and write rhythmically. It's why my voice works well on air. My college professor once mentioned that my essays have melodies. That makes me smile.
And you know what I haven't heard much of in the past two years or so? Can you believe that? I used to submerse myself in the stuff and for two years I left the dial on talk radio (mostly to learn how to deliver a better show) and didn't much listen to music at home where the TV is often on...and certainly haven't danced a lot....and while I can't keep from singing all the time, there's little accompaniment most of the time unless Hop and I tune in on something we both like while in the car.
I miss music and I've rediscovered how joyful it makes me in the days of nursing my knee. Combined with words that really punch you somewhere, like your heart or your brain or your butt, is the best expression ever.
And the cutest thing in the world is that Hopper (my kid) wants to spend this Saturday watching musicals with me. I have Willy Wonka to thank for that.
