One of the things that I’ve learned over the years is that I live and breathe through music. Sometimes it’s the sad songs that speak out and draw me into their web. Other times it’s the stupid bubbly stuff that gets me to smile or laugh.
Because of the significant role that music has played in my recovery - both over time and even recently - I kinda feel like it needs its own page here and, since it’s my site, I guess I can do what I want, right? I suppose the answer is maybe, maybe not, but I’m going to do it anyway.
Over time, this is probably going too take a few different forms - videos, links to websites, some of my own music (maybe), discussion of songs that really get me thinking, lyrics that have spoken to me over time and without a doubt, songs that have kicked me in the ass when I’ve needed it most.
Everyone has those songs, those moments when everything changes while you’re walking down the street because someone drives by - windows down - and music trailing their car making its way to your ears. Maybe it’s the song you loved five years ago. Maybe it’s a quiet little tune that gets you thinking about someone you love but haven’t seen. Maybe it’s a song with a dramatic shift; you think you know exactly where it’s going and then there’s a key change a tempo shift or something that stops you in your tracks because you couldn’t speak, breathe or think - everything got wrapped up in that feeling.
So here’s a moment for me - a song I first heard in 1993 or 1994: Melissa Ferrick’s “Somehow We Get There”
The first time I heard this song I cried; it’s not often that I hear it anymore but a lot of the time it still gets me. It’s back when the songs she wrote were raw and real and emotional and, while I don’t always like what she writes now, it’s songs like this one that make me open my wallet every time that I know I have the chance to see her live.There are so many different emotions in some songs, things that aren’t always clear; things that aren’t easy to say. It’s probably a big part of why back when I was in high school we all made mix tapes - which became mix cds and then, eventually mp3 playlists - other people have a unique knack for saying exactly what we need to hear or say but can’t quite find the words for.
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