I made a horrible choice recently. One that could effect my life for a long time. I chose the wrong job. What is so horrible about it? It's not what I want to do. Ideally, on paper, the job was exactly what I wanted. The reality of the situation is horrible though. My hands are tied so many ways that I can't do the job I want to do or need to do. So the way out? A new job. But have you seen the economy lately? It's tough out there, really tough. I feel sorry for people who are trying to look for jobs and don't have skill sets. I don't know how it's even possible to live on minimum wage. I know we couldn't do it. So what is to become of this situation? I don't know...
I have several things out there... I'm hoping and praying one of them will come through.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Music Magic
Mary Travers died today. It was a sad day in my life because a third of one of my favorite bands is gone. It's strange... I'm not old enough to have experienced Peter, Paul & Mary at the time when they came on the music scene, but throughout my childhood I was exposed to their music. The events of the day have made me think about all the music I was exposed to as a young child and an impressionable teen. Sure, I had my favorite bands that were of my time, the Go Go's, Duran Duran, Rick Springfield, REO Speedwagon... all the music they would play at Skateland on Friday nights. But beyond that there was the indelible mark of all the music I was subjected to by my mother and my aunt.
The lyrics and notes of those times have made me appreciate Carole King, James Taylor, Jim Croce, Roberta Flack, Santana, Bob Seger and Linda Ronstadt. I feel lucky, I feel blessed. I feel like I wasn't left out of an entire generation of music because I was constantly exposed to music.
Before the folk music explosion that took place in my grandmother's attic listening to my aunt's vinyl collection, there was the music that my grandmother exposed me too. On Sunday's we listened to gospel music, Wendy Bagwell and the Sunliters, and the incredible Jerry Clower. After the round of gospel my grandmother would play The Mills Brothers, Doris Day, Burl Ives, Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard and occasionally Judy Garland.
I seem to go through cycles of what music I like and what music appeals to me. I can listen to the Black Eyed Peas one minute and listen to George Strait the next. Metallica is on my playlist right next to Eva Cassidy and Nora Jones.
My love of all this music, all this beautiful music means that I can always find something worthwhile to listen to on the radio. There is always a song that will make me smile, one that will make me dance in my seat and one that will make me cry. As Victor Hugo said "Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent”.
The lyrics and notes of those times have made me appreciate Carole King, James Taylor, Jim Croce, Roberta Flack, Santana, Bob Seger and Linda Ronstadt. I feel lucky, I feel blessed. I feel like I wasn't left out of an entire generation of music because I was constantly exposed to music.
Before the folk music explosion that took place in my grandmother's attic listening to my aunt's vinyl collection, there was the music that my grandmother exposed me too. On Sunday's we listened to gospel music, Wendy Bagwell and the Sunliters, and the incredible Jerry Clower. After the round of gospel my grandmother would play The Mills Brothers, Doris Day, Burl Ives, Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard and occasionally Judy Garland.
I seem to go through cycles of what music I like and what music appeals to me. I can listen to the Black Eyed Peas one minute and listen to George Strait the next. Metallica is on my playlist right next to Eva Cassidy and Nora Jones.
My love of all this music, all this beautiful music means that I can always find something worthwhile to listen to on the radio. There is always a song that will make me smile, one that will make me dance in my seat and one that will make me cry. As Victor Hugo said "Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent”.
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