My childhood had always been filled with music.
Whether it was "Coconut" or "Dynamite," (please let me forget about the second option) there had always been something connecting me to music.
"Ignorance Is Bliss" on long car rides.
"Bicycle Race" as my lullaby. (My dad will tell you it was "Egbert the Easter Egg," but I beg to differ)
Though it didn't really mean much to me until 6th grade.
My iTunes consisted of a few songs like "Baby Monkey" and random text-to-speech things I still don't know how I got to this day.
I was sitting in the basement playing a one person version of "Harry Potter Clue."
If you guys hate your siblings, think of how boring your life would be as an only child.
ANYWAYS... I was honest bored out of my mind.
So I took one look at the R-E-A-L-L-Y old boombox in the corner of the room, and an idea sparked in my head.
Mom had told me not to look at my dad's collection of cds, but I knew of one band that I thought was completely safe,
The only question was, "Which cd should I pick?"
At that moment, the only song that I could remember hearing was "Eleanor Rigby," so the hunt began.
I must have been blind, because I couldn't find the song anywhere except on the Love album where it had been mixed with "Julia.
" I still can't believe that I didn't see it on the back cover of Revolver.
I shrugged, and put the cd into the boombox, and rejoined the solo clue game.
Do you know that moment that you fall in love?
Like you don't remember how it happened exactly, but the next thing you know you're head over heals for someone?
That was me with music.
After that day, I ran over the house trying to find my old kiddie cds that had a compilation of songs on them to put on my iTunes.
Don't believe me? I still have a few Wiggles songs on here that I haven't bothered to take off.
Then I started putting uploading full albums.
It started with Yellow Submarine, Revolver (finally found it), A Hard Day's Night, and Magical Mystery Tour, then grew.
Songs and songs flooded into my stream, taking up every inch of space in my phone and computer.
I joined choir, show choir, and even tried my hand at playing clarinet in band (for a year).
I joined plays and musicals, eventually taking voice lessons.
#sopranoland (it's not as fun as it sounds)
Whenever I had a bad day, I would lay down on my bed and blast out songs with my earbuds in.
And if I had a good day?
I would still blast out music in my earbuds.
I memorized unless facts that would eventually lead me to learn that I was a history nut and was good at it.
Music also is what lead to me beginning to write.
I first discovered a site like this when I started looking into the world of fanfiction. From there I grew with writing.
(Okay guys, I'm sorry if I offend any of you, but the McLennon, Starrison, McStarr, and Lennison [I think that's the name] ships never sailed, and it's a little creepy when I find digitally edited photos that look like it did. I'll stick with cringy oc ships, thank you very much)
I had a guitar in my room that hadn't been touched until one Easter when I got "The Beatles Complete Easy Guitar Guide" and finally gave in to playing it.
Now I could probably be a decent Rhythm Guitarist in a band. Still can't finger pick, but that's not the point.
Then I discovered Spotify. Ha... Ha... Ha...
It was a "magical" portal that opened up path ways into artists like David Bowie and Queen.
Diane, if you're reading this, I'm still not apologizing for listening to David Bowie when he's your main music artist.
I bought t-shirts, pins, and posters.
When we took a trip to New York, I made it a point to go to The Ed Sullivan Theater, The Dakota, and Strawberry Fields.
So, you could say I was obsessed.
Music has even made me reconsider my dream of becoming a biochemist.
Now I sit here listening to John Lennon's cover of "Stand By Me" and trying not to be bored at how boring and weird my life is.
What does music mean to me?