What music means to me.

I love to talk about music. It's the one pure joy I have in life. Music has been my constant companion through everything. I can hear a note and tell you where I was the first time I heard that song. I started this blog because as much as I like to talk about music, I can never fully express it properly when I am speaking with someone. So this is a place I will let it all out.

What music means to me is happiness. I love to sit in the warm embrace of a melody. There are songs that I could listen to on repeat for days and never grow tired of. Lyrics speak for me when I've lost the words to express how I feel. Everyone who is a part of my life has a "theme" song. Sometimes I tell people their song and sometimes its a secret I keep to myself.

Songs that I truly love, even hold color to me. As if while I was listening to the song, if I closed my eyes, that's the color I would see. Purples, amber, greens, reds, golds, all shades represent how the songs hit me inside.

Live music is an entirely different animal. The energy of a live show is indescribable. The band and the audience have, for at least that hour they're on stage, a symbiotic relationship. Feeding off each other. The energy flows back and forth, building and growing as the show goes on. And after the last encore has finished and lights come up, you're suddenly shocked back into reality; as if you've jumped from the hot tub to an ice bath. So you discuss and dissect the show to keep it alive for as long as you can. Rolling the memories around your mouth like a fine wine. Holding small moments in to keep just for yourself so years from now you can go back to those moments and relive that night.

Some have said that music is my drug of choice. This might be true, but I am not sure there is musical rehab and if there was I am not sure I would go.

So strike up the band, let the songs play on, one more encore, and whatever you do don't stop the music.