So I had this youtube account for some time. It’s only today I prepared my first playlist. I don’t know why I started with the 50s or with love songs, but I did. It was not as easy as I thought. There are many songs I like in that decade and having to choose only one song for each year was really frustrating! That’s why I didn’t name it TOP Ten Love Songs, but just plain Ten Love Songs of the 1950s.
Music bonds me with people. I love it when I can share music with someone. And I don’t share music with just anyone, but with someone who can appreciate it. I love it even more when somebody shares music with me. Someone sending me some good music I haven’t heard before, or a song with lyrics that suit my state of mind, a melody that goes with my mood… Music can form a very special bond between two people.
“Woodstock was not about sex, drugs and rock n roll. It was about spirituality, about love, about sharing, and helping each other, living in peace and harmony for three days.” –Richie Havens
I enjoy singing a lot and I envy anyone with a stunning voice. You can learn how to sing in perfection, but it is possible that your voice is not that touching after all. There is not much you can do about that.
I also envy people who can just harmonize to a song as it is a walk in the park. It is a great challenge for me. I cannot harmonize to the main melody. Full stop. Furthermore, even if I am singing the main melody itself, it is difficult for me to stay in tune while somebody is harmonizing next to me.
I live in a third world country with very few people I can relate to. I feel like I don’t fit in. And even in a perfect world, I think we all have our flaws and our weird sides. So we can say that we are all freaks in some other people’s eyes.
That’s why I feel like this is one of the perfect love songs for today. It’s an old song which was released in 1996. Very simple lyrics, very simple melody, yet it warms my heart. For me, it’s an honor to be somebody’s beautiful freak.
Last weekend I celebrated my 40th birthday! Sounds terrible… I definitely don’t feel like (and like to think that don’t look like ?) 40, but that’s what the numbers say. I guess I am not very good at accepting getting older a decade. I remember crying when I turned 30. Actually, the beginning of my 30s was the time when I felt best about myself. I discovered a lot about myself, and I felt stronger and freer. That was also when I started to hang out with the love of my life, my now-husband. But still, I remember not liking the way 30 sounded. 40 is much worse to the ear. I wish I stayed 26 all my life. Not because that was my happiest year but just because I like the way it sounds. I always did. I liked it even before I was 26.
What is music?
There is obviously a dictionary definition for the word. However in my opinion, just like love, music is hard to define, as it means many different things to every individual. If you Google it, you’ll find many wonderful descriptions about music written by different people. If I were to write here all of the descriptions I liked, I would run out of space on this page!
I am not a musician or a music expert.
Just an ordinary person working in corporate life (ugh!), who loves music.
I feel lucky because I grew up in a house filled with music.
My grandmother used to play the piano. I lost my grandfather when I was three, so I don’t really remember him but he used to play the violin. My mother tells stories about how they used to play music together.