Growing up, whenever we were in the car, there was always music playing. Ma and I would sing along – her in perfect pitch and me all over the place. Thinking about that period in my life always makes me smile, as I do every time Kenny Rogers or Mama and Papas come on the radio now.
As I got older, like a normal teenager, I started exploring music on my own. The first record I ever bought, and yes, it was vinyl, was Beauty and the Beat.
Yes, I am definitely a child of the 80s! But, while I did start choosing my own music, I was far from a musical rebel. Some of my friends did introduce me to more out there artists – The Smiths, XTC, The Cure. I listened to that so I would have things to say to the cool kids. It really wasn’t my thing. Top 40 was my mainstay.
While I continued listening to music in college and afterwards, which is when I started going to concerts, to me it felt that in order to find music that really talked to me, I had to look back.
When I worked at SANYO, I was part of a carpool, and we drove the half hour each way without the radio on. It really got me used to silence.
This is going to sound crazy, but now I don’t find listening to music that enjoyable. Okay maybe that statement on its own doesn’t sound crazy, but when you add in the fact that I felt that way even when I was dancing, the jackets that fasten in the back are on their way to me. For five years I moved to the beat (more or less) but was not moved by what I heard. Actually on the rare occasion that a song came on that I REALLY liked, I actually danced worse, and those songs magically disappeared from Kurt‘s play list. When I practiced at home, I did it without music.
Once dancing ended, I went on a music boycott and loved every moment of it! No more having to listen to what dance I could do to it, no more counting the beat, no more having to realize time signature changes (okay, I always sucked at that). In a nutshell, no more noise!
I emerge now and then from my muted cocoon and love going to my friends’ concerts. I’m still looking for a new musical home.
So what brought on this anti-music musing? In my internet surfing, I recently rediscovered a quote from Dick Clark: Music is the soundtrack to our lives. Right now my soundtrack is silent … or stuck a few decades back. Even as I’m typing this, with the exception of the sound of a fan, it is quiet. I miss the draw to music I had in adolescence and back when I went to tons of concerts in my twenties. (Then again, I might be the only person on the planet that can say they fell asleep in a Green Day concert. But it was late … on a work night!)
What was your first album? or Does anyone else have gaps in their personal soundtracks? or What bands do people recommend?