Dear Music,

I usually press play; I don’t speak to you.

So, why in Heaven’s name do I have this burning desire to talk to you all of a sudden?

All of this time your melodies mysteriously seeped and squeezed out of my speakers and into my ears. Never triggering a conversation. Always providing me instructions for the next 2 to 3 minutes of my life: sing, dance, hum, contemplate, or feel something damnit!

Music has been years in the making and so have I. We grew up together, my friend.

So, this Music Blog link you just clicked on and the many other conversations that we are about to have been years in the making. You and I both owe each other an explanation of what you have done to me and what we (your fans) have done to you.

I’ll give you a short story of the first time I can consciously remember encountering music. This story is only fair since I feel I know you more than I think you know me. It’s always best to start from the beginning, especially if you are going to follow my Music blogs.

Story Time

Alright, so there I was in fifth grade sitting for the first time in a room dedicated to you, Music. I recall long blue sticks smooth on the bottom and ribbed at the top. I remember a xylophone with their paired light brown wooden sticks on each student’s desk.

Lines, unshaded circles with lines coming out the top. Shaded circles with lines coming out the top. Circles with no lines coming out of the top, zig-zag lines, periods, S shapes, more lines, and circles decorating the walls, bewildering my mind like… what?

And WOW!

The most amazing part of this experience was when the teacher passed out a sheet of paper to each of us, telling us and asking us to purchase a recorder.

My eyes grew wide. You mean to tell me I can have one of these musical instruments of my own, I get to learn how to use it, and I get to be a part of Music? I was and to this day still am a quiet person; therefore, making sounds without the use of words was perfect for me!

“Mommy! I need some money, please".

Permission slip in hand.

*Cue in the puppy eyes*.

Purpose

There is of course more to this story. As we move along so will the story, plus I’m trying to make good on the word “short story”. It will all make sense as to why this burning desire to speak to Music is scorching me so keenly, as I progress through this Music blog journey with you.

These conversations, I imagine will be intellectual, thoughtful, funny, challenging, heartbreaking, sensual, grotesque, and possibly incoherent because no one knows everything, and I recall a handsome young man once saying, “you know nothing”.

Despite our lapse in knowledge, Music, you never stopped playing no matter how challenging your layered being is or how many skips you get because maybe, just maybe, you were not talking to me but check this song out.

I am modest but I must take this opportunity to boast (this is after all my blog) my spotless track record of frequent listening to many genres of music.

AND coming down off my high horse, I still have a lot to learn about you. I want to explore with you (again, if you already did some exploration yourself) the history, theory, production, business, your Avatars, and my personal favorite: the healing effects Music induces.

I am giddy, anxious, and nervous about the things I will uncover about you and what you will discover about me in these upcoming blogs.

If you are one of the many culprits behind the continuous manifestation of Music OR if you are curious like me about the wondrous, powerful, vibrating effects of music, I’d be honored if you subscribed to my blog or leave a comment.

Let us all “poke around and find out” together.

On a happy note,

Shelaine