Ok...on three...One and Two and ...
There has always seemed to be a beat in my life, a cadence, a tempo, a sacred rythmn. All along the path there is a soundtrack, melodies that stand as mileposts in my travels through this plane of existence...voices from a parallel universe. From the "wall of sound", Pet Sounds, Sgt. Peppers, metal, new wave, grunge, electropop, eurodance...on and on goes the one song that started long ago.
My mom told me a few stories about music. You see my father was a drummer in a cover band. They played the Rat Pack, Motown, Elvis...whatever was popular. She told me of a time when I would sing into a clothes pin songs from Rubber Soul, The 5th Dimension, and Sly and the Family Stone, while she tried to sleep after" a hard days night".
One thing that she shared with me was my early reaction to the sound of music. When I was invetro, my mom rarely got to see my dad play. With housekeeping and raising a two year old daughter, she was quite preoccupied. She told me of a time where she finally got to go with my dad to a rehearsal. As soon as the music started, my mom was startled by the exagerated kicks and turns occuring in her womb. She determined then that I would either hate music or love music...
I know which it is... :) Can you guess?
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