"Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing. Thanks for all the joy they're bringing. Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty. What would life be? Without a song or a dance, what are we?"
I've often stated that my world is like an episode of Glee. Random singing and dancing breaks out pretty much anywhere at any time. I've written about music several times before. Music is the key to my soul. I love almost all music. I listen to almost everything, depending on my mood. Music can soothe a restless soul or it can fuel a fire. No matter your mood, there is music that fits along with it perfectly. I'm not just thankful "for the music", I'm thankful that my entire family is a music loving family. Each one of us always has music running through our heads. Even at ages 6 and 9, my kids hear different phases and immediately songs pop into their heads (and usually out their mouths). I'm not sure if it's that my kids are so used to music surrounding them or if they just haven't hit the stage of embarrassment yet, but they don't think anything of any of us breaking out into song wherever we are, public or private.
I actually just had a conversation on Friday with my mother about music. I don't think she ever realized the extent of music that we listen to in our house. We listen to a mix of almost everything. We listen to Tchaikovsky and Rimsky-Korsakov. We listen to Bill Haley & His Coments and Elvis Presley. We listen to Louis Armstrong and Frank Sinatra. We listen to Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin. We listen to The Who and Grateful Dead. We listen to Abba and The Beatles. We listen to Guns N Roses and Metallica. We listen to REO Speedwagon and Journey. We listen to Pearl Jam and Red Hot Chili Peppers. We listen to Pink and Katy Perry. We listen to Mumford and Sons and the Lumineers. We listen to Ke$sha and Krewella. The list can go on and on. The thing is, everything we listen to plays a bit roll in the soundtrack of our lives.
"So I say thank you for the music, for giving it to me"