Music runs a close second to my passion for writing. I cannot even imagine life without music. Each and every person has a soundtrack to life. You know that song that takes you back to a different time or place, or brings you to laughter or tears at a memory. . .
I have been blessed being exposed to music early in life- ironically, in both a small town church and small town tavern as well as at home. My family either listened to country music on the radio, or watched television programs such as Lawrence Welk and the Ed Sullivan Show. At church, I enjoyed the children's songs, complete with motions and little instruments, as well as listening to the grown-up hymns- although I may not have understood them at an early age.
My mother and grandmother would sometimes work in the tavern, as I have mentioned before. When there was not live music, someone was giving me coins to put in the jukebox. My favorite times were when the juke box man came to change out the 45 rpm records. If they were not too worn out, he would give those to me. I thought I was rich!
When I was in 4th grade, my grandparents bought me a clarinet. I played that throughout my school years. As an adult, I sang in a large church choir which recorded an album, and sang in televised services. I was also a member of a small group that sprung up from a Christian coffeehouse. We sang and did skits in smaller venues.
But, I am quite content to sit back and LISTEN to the music. It can touch my soul in so many ways, happy or sad. I believe it helps to fuel my creative processes, whether I am writing or working on other business. Think about the important events of life, there is always music setting the mood. Weddings, funerals, graduations, and everything in between those have music.
A very dear family friend recently died, and my son and I are each working through the grief process. He happened to mention that he thought it strange he was remembering the songs they used to listen to together. I did not find it strange at all because I was going through similar thoughts. That proved to me that music indeed is a very important, and many times comforting, part of life.