To this day, I can often be found playing music in whatever room I’m in, doing whatever I’m doing. As I got older, cassette tapes were replaced by CDs and I became the proud owner of mountains of shiny disks in square plastic covers. Growing up, I used to love to tape songs off the radio and play the cassettes over and over again (yes, that’s how old I am!). My taste in music spans a vast spectrum, from classical music to pop and a lot of things in between. I don’t know if I’ve loved it more or less than other people - I just know I’ve been borderline obsessed with listening to music.
I think I can say I’ve always really loved music. Though that rarely stops me once I’m grooving and feeling good. I’m not sure there is anything better than blaring tunes and singing like no one is watching - until you notice someone in the next car is -). Most of us love to listen to music when we drive. Add a clumsy ballroom waltz to that singing and you’re golden - your baby will gurgle in your arms lovingly almost instantly. One of the first things I learned from the parenting classes I was attending and the books that I was reading was that if I sang to my children, no matter how terribly or off-pitch, it would soothe them. Linked inextricably to our memories, feelings, moods and rhythms, music is such an integral part of our lives and the human experience in general.
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