Of love and dreams to share. (Day 2)
Behind door number two we have… music!
Looking back over my life thus far, there are relatively few things I can trace as constants throughout. Music, however, is one of them. Growing up in my house, I learned to appreciate song even before speech, and that appreciation turned into a passion that has persisted to this day. Though the types of music I’ve consumed over the years has certainly changed and evolved, the passion has never wavered. Songs still have the ability to rock my world, and when they do, I remain convinced that that particular song or artist is just about the best thing ever. That is, until my world gets rocked by something else.
Somewhere along the way, I developed this fantasy that I would make my living in music. And amazingly, so far I’ve managed to do just that! Thinking about it makes me realize how lucky I’ve been.
Looking back over my life thus far, there are relatively few things I can trace as constants throughout. Music, however, is one of them. Growing up in my house, I learned to appreciate song even before speech, and that appreciation turned into a passion that has persisted to this day. Though the types of music I’ve consumed over the years has certainly changed and evolved, the passion has never wavered. Songs still have the ability to rock my world, and when they do, I remain convinced that that particular song or artist is just about the best thing ever. That is, until my world gets rocked by something else.
Somewhere along the way, I developed this fantasy that I would make my living in music. And amazingly, so far I’ve managed to do just that! Thinking about it makes me realize how lucky I’ve been.
posted by P/O at 12/02/2006 11:47:00 AM
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