8 tracks, Shag carpet and Leisure suits

 Even in my darkest hour, music still warms my heart. There are very few things that can reach me - music is one of them. Through most of my life, as far aback as I can remember - there has always been music.

 I think one of the first songs I learned was "Sing" by the Carpenters. I remember (before my parents split, so I could be no older than 2 or 3, maybe at most 4) driving in the car listening to their 8-track player. Yes, my parents were that hip. We had an 8-track player in our car!! O-la-la! Cutting edge of technology that was!

Somehow that boggles my mind. We could put men on the moon, 8-track players in cars, shag carpets in every home with a deeper pile than the average corn field, and yet no one warned us of the pitfalls of leisure suits and polyester pants with the line perma-seamed into them down the front. What kind of communist regime and dictatorship did we live in???? I kid of course.

  If there's one area where my Father in particular has always spared no expense, it has been in the audio/visual department. Yes, true, there was the slight misstep with the television he had for the longest time that turned on and off via a screw where the on/off button had fallen off. But aside from that, it was a perfectly serviceable television. He was the first in the neighborhood to have a VCR or a DVD player AND our stereo could be heard from one end of the subdivision to the other (still can be).

  I love music. Right up until I moved in with Alan, I listened to music every night to fall asleep to. I still will (on occasion) when Alan is working nights, listen to my MP3 player. Music is one of the first things I do in the morning, and one of the last things at night. It is probably one of the only things I need to have every day or I don't feel complete. (There are other things I NEED to have daily - and no Rach...it's not sex, just sayin! - that don't involve music). Even just one song has worked. It's just one of those things, ya know? I don't need coffee, or tea, or a smoke...I just need music.

 I was lucky then in retrospect my Mom put me into piano. Even though at the time I wanted to take dance lessons (ballet). I'm thankful to her... and to my Dad for their persistence. I honestly believe it has helped shape me into the person I am today.

Sing, sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things not bad
Sing of happy not sad.


Sing, sing a song
Make it simple to last
Your whole life long
Don't worry that it's not
Good enough for anyone
Else to hear
Just sing, sing a song.


Sing, sing a song
Let the world sing along
Sing of love there could be
Sing for you and for me.


Sing, sing a song
Make it simple to last
Your whole life long
Don't worry that it's not
Good enough for anyone
Else to hear
Just sing, sing a song.



One Last Glimpse,


~K