While trying to figure out what the hell to write tonight and tapping my pen relentlessly on a blank pad of paper, Natasha Bedingfield’s song “Unwritten” started playing on my playlist. I have it set to shuffle so when her song came on, I couldn’t help but smile and realize how perfect the timing was. I like to blog about BDSM, but there are days (like today) where I just have to blog SOMETHING and nothing super sexy or perverted or kinky comes to mind quickly enough. Tonight, I’ll blog about music and how much I freaking love it. Hopefully that will at least get the creative juices flowing and give me breathing room to be able to think of a more kink related topic for tomorrow.
I have been told that I have the musical tastes of a 12 year old girl. Most people would take that as an insult. I prefer to think of it as enjoying whatever beats match my current mood. I like everything. No seriously, from Eminem, the Imagine Dragons, Ludo, to country singers like Keith Urban, Trace Adkins, Terri Clark and Miranda Lambert. I can even be found dancing my ass off to Britney Spears and (when the mood strikes) belting it out to Disney’s The Little Mermaid or Beauty and the Beast (and other classics).
80′s, 90′s, 00′s, pop-culture, country, classical pieces and modern “Disney pop” (Selena Gomez and the Scene, Demi Levato, etc) and even some classics like “Horse With No Name” by America and “Who Are You” by the Who. . I draw the line at Polka and most of the Mexican bands (sorry guys, but I need tequila to be able to enjoy the sounds of a mariachi band for longer than five minutes). There are some forms of Jazz I really enjoy and others I find myself rolling my eyes at (no offense to anyone who loves Jazz. Spend a few hours listening to Master trying to remember all the songs he used to play in high school on the saxophone and you’ll understand my reasoning).
I have a love affair with big Broadway hits too. I actually got to see the production of Guys and Dolls live when I was 10 (back in 1993) in Manhattan with my Nana. As a teenager my mom would drag my sisters and I to the “Pops in the Park” productions in our local town. We’d bitch and moan about how boring it was going to be and then always managed to enjoy ourselves. As an adult I still scour the papers looking for something similar to drag my own kids to (though the events are made even more sweet by the fact that I am now legally old enough to enjoy the wine, cheese and crackers that seem to be in every picnic basket in the area).
I’ve learned over the past decade or so that it doesn’t really matter what kind of music I listen to because my spot on the social ladder is not seriously affected by whatever song is currently pumping through my headphones. Friends might tease me when they see the latest song pop up on the news feed because Spotify has to broadcast it to everyone, but I’ve learned to laugh with them instead of feeling as though they are laughing at me.
Music moves me, fuels me, has a tendency to put a skip in my step and reminds me that I am not alone in my travels through this life, no matter which path I take that day. It makes me cry, it makes me laugh, it can spark my anger or calm it down. It makes me feel more motivated to clean up, exercise my ass off or even make me want to learn to dance on a stripper pole. It’s invigorating, encouraging and inspiring. It is a rare moment when you can find me without music playing somewhere in the house or at the very least, mouthing the latest chart-topper lyrics quietly to myself.
I drive Master crazy with my loud, often off-key just to annoy him further, singing. I drive the kiddos crazy by turning the volume up and singing loudly after telling them “no” to something and they start their “But, Mom…” argument. Music is such a strong part of my life that I can not imagine a world without it.
There are entirely too many awesome song lyrics that I could use to sign off for this blog post, so instead of trying to pick the perfect song, I’ll simply ask you to post the name of the song you can’t seem to stop listening to in the comments below.