Music has always been in my life. From the time I was born, my parents made up songs for us and we watched “Baby Songs” (my favorite, Please Don’t Wash my Blankie, still makes me teary). I even hear my mother come out of my mouth when I sing, “Shoes go on your feet not your head. Shoes go on your feet, not your baby head.” …true story. There are also songs about diapers, brushing teeth- which has a lot of doo-wop influence, and a multitude of popular 90’s jams with much more parental-duty lyrics or instructions like “lift your arms” or “clean up” in place of the originals.
So, you get it. We’re music people.
Dave, however, is my music man. He’s the guy I said I’d never be with because musicians are insert crappy man-hating stigma here.
Somehow, this ended up not being true for us, but it took my heart a while to believe. …what turned me was the day I found his old notepad with words scribbled in his all caps handwriting. Something about anchors and a girl.
Who was she?
Turns out it
was is me.
Music can do amazing things… for the writer, it can release or express things you may not be able to say. For the listener, it’s a way to connect. And when a song is written about you… there are no words:
What does music mean to you? How does it make you feel? Don’t forget to link up this week!