lost in the magic

whew! been a busy week...i've rediscovered a TON of my music and have been busy streamlining my ipod. some of my favorite new stuff is Live, check out The Dolphin's Cry...i love music, always have. i almost always have itunes blasting on my computer or my ipod plugged in to my head. it motivates me to clean, it motivates me to scrap, motivates me to meditate. i wake up to it, i fall asleep to it, i clean my car to it. get it? i love it... you know how songs can instantly transport you to a different time, a different place, an exact moment in time - what else can do that?

R.E.M - Everybody Hurts takes me back to 9-11 and the pain and passion and the unity of an entire country;

Savage Garden - Truly, Madly, Deeply, love the song but it does bring back the absurdity of darva and rick of Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire fame;

Stevie Wonder - Ma Cherie Amore (ok this one is is rather obscure) brings to me the vision of my dad hogging the single bathroom in a house full of 6 people, grooming and admiring himself in the mirror for hours, singing his own version that goes a little like "ma cherie amore, you dirty fucking whore..." (oh yea, dad's not only a classic, but an entire chapter unto himself);

Crowded House - Don't Dream it's Over, ah the ever sexy neil finn crooning on a summer evening whilst i delivered auto parts at 20 (hey, only the coolest job evah!) "hey now, hey now..."

anything Gin Blossoms reminds me of the first time i met fleck and of the two of us blasting down the freeway in SLC headed to an LSS or bothering the locals for directions to a mexican food restaurant - geez, who's a girl gotta blow to get a beer in that town, anyway???

Joan Jett - Crimson and Clover, for some reason takes me to the scuzzy apartment of some college yo's that were more than likely trying to get kathy and i drunk in the irrational hopes of an impromptu orgy (yea, like there's any other kind - not that i know first hand, but you get where i'm going here...) yea ok, moving on;

Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven reminds me of my older brother locked behind his bedroom door plucking away at his guitar, learning himself some skillz. and also of middle school's Mr Johnson strumming it on his guitar at music hour with me (lost in the music), unaware of my head bobbing to the music when the entire song changed tempo, making the mean people in the class crack up. mortifying.

ooh how about some Roxette - It Must Have Been Love puts me in the wind-blown passenger seat of the (original chick-magnet chrysler lebaron) convertible headed to the napa valley with mike - happy, free and completely unstressed;

there is the disturbing image that Rod Stewart's - Tonight's the Night conjures up of the icky older brother of one of my friends trying to convince me - at about 13, mind you - that the phrase "spread your wings and let me come inside" meant that i needed to gift him my virginity...eew gross. to this day that songs makes me cringe...

i remember my dad and i belting out gawd-knows-who's (ok, it's Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods [yea, everybody now - ah HELL NO does she know that]) - Billy Don't be a Hero in the car;

my earliest pain-inducing crush was on Mark Lindsay of Paul Revere and the Raiders fame (suh-WOON) singing "cherokee people, cherokee pri-hiiiide" on that mega hit Indian Reservation (The Lament of the Cherokee Reservation Indian) sigh - such passion, such a cause...

Tone-Loc - Funky Cold Medina taught me that i did not, in fact, have any rhythm and to watch out for chicks named sheena sportin "an osca meyah weinah"

Cowboy Junkies - Crescent Moon, discovered in a rented cottage (the bedroom was antique blue toile - gorgeous) in the lovely california wine-country town of st. helena. can i just say here that margo timmins freakin kicks ASS - her voice is so hauntingly beautiful, pretty much anything she touches is gold, you really should check her out, if you aren't familiar with her.

how about the timeless classic Queen - We Will Rock You...i kid you not, i remember what road i was on, in what car and whom i was with when i first heard this song (redding ca, hilltop drive, I-5 underpass making a right hand turn onto the freeway in the little red datsun B210 with my mom and my older brother mark) from the newly purchased just-released News of the World album - which also introduced us to the really raunchy Get Down, Make Love - who can forget freddie's rather subtle tribute to raw (gay, though we didn't know it at the time) sex? "you say you strong, i say you weak - you say you hungraaay, i give you meat. i suck your miiiiind, you blow my head - make love...inside your bed - everybody get down, make love..." ah good times hangin' out with the fam...

Eddie Money - Sh-Sh-Shakin' my first rock concert baby - wow did i have a crush on him - he was old and kinda ugly, but damn he rocked my prepubescent world...

Waylon Jennings - Ain't Livin' Long Like This tosses me back to a glorious, college-boy filled (were their names paul and mark? hmmm...) steamy summer vacation in tempe, arizona

and for the last forever, every school morning when i pass my neighbor sylvia, Dr. Hook - Sylvia's Mother (oh yea, you know it - sing along with me) pops into my head "...and the operator says... 40 cents more... for the next... three... minutes, pleeeeeeeeease mrs. avery i, just gotta talk to her..."

as you can see, i can go on and on - i absolutely love music, i have very eclectic, varied tastes. i love classic rock, alternative rock, classical, disco ("looking for a lover that needs another - don't want another night on my own - i wanna share my love with a warm-blooded lover, i wanna bring a wild man back home. gotta have some hot love baby this evening, i need some some hot stuff baby tonight - gotta have some lovin', GOT to have love toniiiiiight" you get down with your nasty, disco-self donna), country, jazz, soft rock, metal, angry why-don't-you-just-go-fuck-yourself-already rock, reggae, blues, white boy rap (love me some scroungy Kid Rock oh and c'mon on who didn't kick it to Vanilla's Ice, Ice Baby once or twice?); the only music i don't care for is the hard core rap-crap that the only words you can understand are - "yo ho, ima bust a cap up yo ass you don't bring pimp daddy home da green" , although, i must admit, Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise is a pretty kickin song...

go dig through your music albums, cd's, cassettes, 8-tracks (haha. kidding - yea, i don't even know what those are.) check out itunes (only the greatest place in cyberspace) and discover what takes you back to good times and bad...it's all memories and part of who you are today. believe me, even if it makes you half as happy as it makes me, it's a very good thing.