changes with my mood and different phases of my life, but the melody is always
there. My nirvana is driving down the highway, radio blaring and me singing my
heart out. When I'm happy, I sing. When I'm sad, I sing. When I'm lonely...you
get the picture.
My babies were rocked to sleep at night to the tune of "Walking After Midnight",
by Patsy Cline. When my son was born, I would sing "Hit the Road, Jack" while
giving him his nightly bath; not your typical lullaby, but he loved to hear the
sound of his name in the song.
One of the first songs to grab ahold of me was "Woman", by John Lennon. When I hear
that song, I am transported back in time. I am five years old and riding shotgun in my
Dad's blue Toyota truck. He sang those words with so much emotion I knew even then
that someday I wanted to be someone's 'Woman'. "Ooh yeah yeah, now and forever..."
My Dad's taste in music had a big influence on me. We rocked out to "Sweet Home
Alabama" and anything by Bocephus. While my classmates listened to Cindi Lauper
and hair bands, I was secretly enjoying classic rock from the 70's. Then I met
my soon to be best friend, Melba, and she convinced me that it was ok to know
all the words to "Gimme Three Steps". So I brought her to my house and let her
listen to Lynyrd on vinyl. Melba and I explored the 70's together and then I
grudgingly moved on to the 80's.
Not only were the 80's a fashion diaster, it wasn't a good time for Rock. I know
some of you are rolling your eyes and reaching for your mouse to get the heck
out of this blog, but before you give up on me, hear me out. Except for a few
AC/DC and Tesla songs, I am not a fan of 80's hair bands. Country music,
however, was creeping into my head and echoing all over the place.
There was something about the melody that called to me. Admittedly there are a lot of
sad country songs, but there are also the ones that make you tap your feet and
want to dance. If you knew me at all, you would know that I am not a good dancer
so this phenomenon was not necessarily a good thing. I can get by with a two-
step if I have a partner that doesn't mind that I like to lead, but I do most of
my dancing in my living room with my kids. They aren't old enough to know that
mommy has no rhythm. I love all the late greats of country music. I love the up
and coming country stars as well.
Miranda Lambert seemed to be singing about me in "Famous In A Small Town" and she
chilled me to the bone when I heard the opening lyrics to "Gunpowder and Lead". A couple
of years ago, a guy named Jerrod Niemann jumped from my radio and into my heart when
he sang, "Lover, Lover". I was in the beginning stages of a divorce and I could
relate to, 'you don't treat me no good no more'. Like it always has, music kept the demons at
bay while I sang through my heartache. I found a hole in the wall bar and sang karaoke all summer
long. It didn't matter that my audience was drunk and for the most part uninterested, I sang my
heart out. And I let the music heal me.
Now in my mid-30s, I find myself being drawn into the hip hop scene. Maybe because Macklemore sang about thrift shopping. I love a good thrift shop. Or possibly because as I am trying to find my way in the world of writing, like Iggy Azalea, I have to keep work, work, work, work, working on my shit. A good beat gets the words flowing and when I'm besieged with writers block, I can always get up and dance. Or not.