From as far back as I can remember, music has been important to me. When I was 5, I remember seeing a picture of the Beatles on the cover of TV Guide magazine. “Mom, who are those guys?” She said they had been popular when she was a teenager. My fascination with them was cemented for life that very moment.
Rock and roll was a way of connecting with my dad. Long trips that took hours — an eternity when you’re a little kid — were passed by us talking about music, often the Beatles, but also a lot about other great performers from his youth. I learned so much from him and about him in those talks.
I’ve never been much of a musician, though I did play violin in elementary school and guitar in high school and college. I was even in a band for a year. I played bass guitar quite regularly for about a year but, sadly, I’ve not picked it up in quite awhile; busy with too many other creative, work and family matters.
Music gets to my core. It picks me up when I’m down. It excites when I’m flat. I’ve never been able to live without it and I don’t suspect I ever will.
If you read this regularly, you’ll soon learn the kind of music I love and the kinds I don’t. I won’t make a list of my favorites. Just understand that I’m a sucker for big guitars. Of course, I like mellow stuff too. As I age, I notice I’m more drawn to quiet, serene music than ever.
By the way, “So godspeed to the sound of the pounding” is a line from one of my favorite Oasis songs, “Shock of the Lightning.” It seems the perfect title for a blog about the music that I like.
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