I’m leaving this topic open to anything related to music (and hopefully also related to writing). I love music and can’t imagine not having it in my life. I like to play music in the background no matter what I am doing, and most definitely when I am writing. One of my best stress relievers is playing the piano – plus it’s fun! I sing to my children at night when I put them to bed, and they can often be caught singing to themselves throughout the day. I can’t remember not liking music; my mom would even tell you that I sang to myself at night in my crib as an infant.
Since my teen years, I have gone through a number of “phases.” Not so much in terms of “a rap phase” or a “heavy metal phase” or a “rock phase” or whatever (though I did go through a “country phase” in my late teens/early twenties). More that I either discover a new artist that I fall in love with and listen to on repeat for weeks on end, or rediscover an old favorite that I haven’t listened to in awhile, and dig out all their CDs that I own and listen to them for weeks on end. I don’t really lose favorites; I just shelve them for awhile in favor of someone else. Eventually, they all come back around.
One such long-time favorite is the Carpenters. I thought of them this morning when a friend mentioned that it’s a rainy Monday, and since they’ve now been in my head all morning, I think it’s time to resurrect their gold album for awhile.
Oh, and my current “current” pop obsession? Sara Bareilles, particularly Brave. Everything about that song is absolutely perfect.
What is your relationship with music like?