Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Nobody here is from here

I am behind in on an assignment so I have to hurry up and get to it before I head out today.

Woke up singing Billy this morning.  I love her voice.

I was thinking yesterday about music and all of the people in my life because of it.

When you're growing up music brings people together. I have friends I've known since middle school who loved the same shitty music I did back then.

I have friends I have known a couple of years who have become family. We met because we loved music. Music was the gateway to our friendships.

Music itself is a friend.

The first time my heart was broken Dan Hill wrote songs just for me.

When nobody understood adolescent me, Motley Crue did.

When Frank sings he won't grow up, sit down, or even shut up, and something inside of me comes back to life. That's music saying, hey, remember when we were close? I've missed you. And like that, I fall in love all over again.

Music is The Gorgeous Blonde set to melody.

It's my dad come back to tell me everything is okay over in his new digs.

It's my teenage angst telling, I'm glad we made it through all that shit. 

Music is sweaty sex, fast driving, and all the words I wish I was articulate enough to say.

Music is so much more than the sum of its parts.

I have homework to do. Go away.

Titty sprinkles!