Every now and then, someone nominates me for a blogging award.
Nominations go in my ideas board on Trello. I might get to it next week, or next month. There are 40+ ideas in that list. It might take me a while. I’ll get to it, though. Tiffany of Sounds Like Life to Me nominated me for Monday’s Music and Words Award recently.
Like, March recent. Of 2016.
I love the idea. If I’d written it then, it’d be different than it will today. It would have looked different last week. I’m crafting a post on my life soundtrack. I’ve not posted it. The list? It’s blue as hell. There are pensive Beatles pieces and a rock anthem, yes, but …
Lesser-known Beatles hits such as In My Life and Howard Jones’ No One is to Blame dot the landscape of that soundtrack.
It’s comprised of songs I hear naturally, in the wild. When I post, I’ll challenge you to listen out for your own life soundtrack. Not simply a collection of songs you find connection in, but 10-12 tunes you hear organically that delve right into your essence.
They’re red, blue, happy, sad, whatever. More on that soon.
Here’s how you play, if you accept this award:
- Link back to the person who nominated you
- Answer these questions with words AND music
- Pass the award on to 5 bloggers who inspire you with their posts about music.
- Tag your post with #MWA, for Music & Words Award so that we can all find you down the line.
- Quote these five steps and the award icon in your post. You can display the icon on your sidebar as well.
1. What does music mean to you?
Music both takes my pulse and music numbs my soul.
Music lived both as regimented meter and absolute freestyle, from marching band to jazz band. Music dumbfounded me and music found the words I needed but couldn’t gather on my own. Music comes through as serenity and music comes through as cacophony.
Music comprises songs I’ll never understand and it also represents articulated wisdom.
Beethoven’s ninth symphony, final movement, centered me before competition. AC/DC fired me up before games. Approaching Nirvana set my pace, and George Michael and Paul Simon fueled my tortured heart.
Celtic Woman and Norah Jones and Cher Lloyd breathed it back to life.
2. What is your first music related memory?
I remember picking up a package at the post office on a rainy day with my parents. Mom opened the box in dad’s truck. It was an album, with a mountain scene on it. I don’t know who it was. A collection of songs, probably.
It’d go in the stereo case in the living room with wall-to-wall shag carpet. It’d go with other albums and 8-tracks by that state-of-the-art stereo system my parents had. Right along with Three Dog Night, Sly and the Family Stone, and Santana.
3. What’s the first album you purchased yourself?
Rock ‘n Soul Part 1, by Daryl Hall and John Oates.
All the other kids in school loved Michael Jackson and Prince. Me? I went with Hall and Oates. My favorites on that album: Sara Smile (so soulful – I almost wished for a girlfriend named Sara because of it) and the live version of Wait for Me.
I think even at age 12, I had a wistful outlook on love.
4. What’s the latest music you’ve purchased? (No online streaming or free downloads, I’m talking about cash here!)
Well, debit, probably. Geez, it’s been a long time.
I’m not Millennial enough to download music onto a device. No iTunes account or anything. It would have to be college, either George Michael’s Listen Without Prejudice, Paul Simon’s Rhythm of the Saints or Harry Connick Jr.’s Red Light Blue Light.
After I discovered Hall and Oates in the early 80s, I bought all their 1970s albums, most of them obscure. I like obscure. I loved the songs no one else new, on albums long forgotten.
5. What song did you listen to last?
I just punched up Wait For Me on the youtube. Before that, I’d been listening to a playlist called “This Will Destroy You” on 8-tracks, because some days just call for self-inflicted wounds. Actually, it’s not as bad as it sounds. It’s post-rock indie stuff, good to write to.
Here’s the last song. It’s called Golden Hill, by Tristeza. They’re from Oakland, which I try not to think about. I turned to playlists on 8-tracks because songs carry such emotional attachment to times and places and people. And when you’re in your Pandora …
You’ve tied those favorited songs to times and places and people that used to bring you joy, but no longer do. Only, the songs take you back there. On 8-tracks, I can find a playlist like “This Will Destroy You,” and have a soundtrack to my day, devoid of those pitfalls.
Here are the five bloggers I nominate to carry the torch. Or, at least to hold up a lighter at a Michael Bolton show. They’re not necessarily music bloggers, but I’d be curious to read what they have to say.
Britta, of It’s a Brittle Bottle
Jackie, of One Woman, Huge World
Jaye, of Jaye Street
Lindsay, of My Simple, Beautiful Life