So I was in an accident and my car has been in the shop a little over a month. I am so thankful that the other driver and I were both OK. While in the shop, I’ve not had my satellite radio. Wow. I think it’s helped me to know how much music means to me. I mean, yeah, everyone knows I love music. But traditional radio with it’s talking, commercials, and such has shown me how much I need just music in the morning. I get messages, I sing along. It has been how I start my day. It is healing and lovely and I am so glad that very soon I will have her back and be reunited with my morning music the way I like it.
While typing this, I’m finally watching the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame awards that I taped from HBO. Ok, really I dvr’ed it, but I’m of the tape age. ha. Seeing it is really touching. So many stories of the love of music, it’s power. How music can lift us up, shine a light. More than that, it’s hearing the love for the performers and in turn their love of music, of the people that made music with them. Hearing everyone sing “With A Little Help From My Friends” makes my morning. Everyone smiling, all these different styles united.
That’s the thing about music, it brings us together. On a global stage, in a room with friends, or in our car.