Thankfully loud music doesn’t increase
the severity of my headaches. It seems no matter how much my head hurts
turning the music up doesn’t make it worse.
One of the things I love to do is crank the music up while I’m
driving. Cars and music just go together
for me, unfortunately the faster the tempo of the song the heavier my right
foot becomes. It drives me nuts when I
get into someone’s car and they turn their radio off, silence will not
encourage me to have a conversation with you, all it really does is make the
ringing in my ears seem louder which does nothing for my mood. Hell, no matter what I’m doing if I can turn
my music on it improves my mood and makes the task at hand easier to deal with,
and the louder the better.
We have also instilled a love of music
in our children. The other day our son
asked me to put some songs on his iPod (he asked for the good music that I
listen to, I’m turning him into a rocker).
As I was syncing his iPod it made me a little sad that he’ll never
experience music the way I did when I was his age. WARNING the rest of this post is a nostalgic
trip back in time…To him music comes from a computer, ends up on his iPod then
he can go off and create his own playlists. When I was
younger getting new music was an event
to me. I couldn’t wait to go get a new
album once I had saved the money for it.
The journey started with me begging my parents to take me to the mall so
that I could go check out the latest offerings at the record store. Back then the record store was a magical
place filled with sights and sounds that seemed to involve your entire
being. I would spend what seemed like
hours looking at all the records and trying to decide which one to get. Once I had decided on the album I wanted I
couldn’t wait to get home and listen to it.
I can remember the feeling of excitement as I carefully opened a new album and to
this day I can recall the smell of the new vinyl filling my nose as the
cellophane was removed. As I removed the
contents of those cardboard album covers I would keep my fingers crossed that
the liner had the words to the songs printed on it. There was a certain kind of joy that you
experienced when you got to read the lyrics as you heard the song play for the
first time. Even listening to your
favorite music was more immersive when I was his age. We would pick out the album, turn on the
receiver, turn on the turntable, put the album on the turntable; set the needle
down on the spinning vinyl disc, hope the needle wasn’t too worn out…then
crank it up. We also had to be attentive
because you never knew if/when the record would skip and of course you had to
flip it over to hear the other side. Our
son just swipes a screen and presses play, that just seems kind of wrong…now you kids get off of my lawn!
Here’s a little sample of the music I
put on his iPod:
I don't find anything offensive in theses video's but some of you might!
I don't find anything offensive in theses video's but some of you might!
