I've been thinking about music lately.
How powerful it is.
The joy it's given me from early childhood until today.
One of life's greatest treasures that I can't live without.
Here's a list...in no particular order.
:: Dad's Sergio Mendes (Brazilian jazz) every Saturday while he painted or worked in his office.
:: singing along (and making my own personal recording) to Delta Dawn, Rhinestone Cowboy, and Barry Manilow.
:: my little eleven year old soul determined to be a runner after listening to Chariots of Fire over and over.
:: my older sisters' Beatles. My bedroom was next to theirs. Probably the soundtrack of my childhood.
:: us kids singing Portuguese hymns Dad taught us, but not understanding a word.
:: driving with Mom down the freeway and her blaring Whitney Houston full blast.
:: Portuguese Fado
:: vocal solo at graduation.
:: our acapella choir singing The Lord Bless You and Keep You with all the lights turned off.
:: John Rutter choral music
:: church congregation chorister duties off and on throughout the years.
:: soothing harp music in my last trimester carrying Jane.
:: Bach, Chopin
:: British drama soundtracks
:: acoustic guitar
:: traditional Indian. "...when you make curry, Mom." Isaac says.
:: Jazz. easing into it lately.
:: Frank Sinatra station on Pandora. favorite for dancing around my kitchen while making dinner.
:: Bluegrass. but Country, no thank you.
:: 80's playlist in my earbuds while running.
:: kids music lessons. hours and hours of sitting through them. listening to them practicing. driving them to and from. countless recitals.
:: absolute joy with Gary and Jane at that U2 concert a few years ago.
:: my teens exposing and introducing me to lots of fun stuff. (Coldplay, Gypsy Kings, Gary's modern Arabic, Eliza's hipster tunes, etc.)