What Are 5 Albums You Can’t Live Without?

5/20/2014

“Grace, I realized, is neither time- nor place-dependent.
All we need is the right soundtrack.” Liberal Arts
2012

There has never been one; sure I have owned a whole album
here or there but one that knows me, one that defines me,
and one that encompasses… everything, look to sky and
not the stars. Maybe I’m not being honest with myself
but I have fallen in love more times than heard an album I
can’t live without; there was however a time they crossed
paths. [image] During my senior year of high school and maybe a year of junior
college I fell in love with this girl… Danielle.
If you know anything about me she was perfectly my type,
brunette, brown eyes, angelic and the things I felt for
her being purely vanilla in flavor could be defined by Gotta
Get Thru This by Daniel Bedingfield. How many
hours did I spend simply lying in my bed listening to this
album and singing along?

I think eventually I gave her the cd, not to mention my very
first book of poetry and a detailed analysis on why I thought
she at least liked me too… or so I thought.

Speaking of my first book of poetry, it was because of Danielle
I first began writing poetry and the music… I suppose
I had even more to say than even I imagined. In my youth I would
sing about love every couple of Sundays… in church but
that was somebody else putting words in my mouth, honestly
I have never loved God; I could include others that wanted
the words but not the feeling behind them.

So there I am in church listening and singing music that
I have learned to despise which is saying plenty on the grounds
that I have a rather eclectic ear. Writing became a way to
shut the music out when I had no choice but to listen; perhaps
you’ll find it strange during this period that why I scribbled
thoughts of the ethereal in terms of flesh, I never harbored
the illusion of being spoken to by the divine.

If I upset you, don't stress Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
Tupac Shakur Ft. Elton John ~ Ghetto Gospel

I am not entirely sure when my parents gave up on me sharing
any aspect of faith but I discovered for the briefs of moments
I had a choice in the voices I let inside my head. One of those
voices quieted the demons some while at some point allowing
me to face the devil himself who I once called Dad. [image2] When I remember Mad Season by Matchbox Twenty
I was a , mad at my father sitting outside in the
hot sun because I just didn’t have the nerve to walk into
my grandmother’s house. Finally it was the song Stop
that had me moving though for the life of me I have no idea
why. What would I even call this genre of music… Rob
Thomas was the front man for Matchbox Twenty, when
I got in trouble in high school I listened to John Mayer
and as I am always trying to discover my fascination with
brunettes and girls with dark hair, I adored Michelle
Branch and Vanessa Carlton.

Maybe I was calling out for love, somehow a pretty voice
just made everything better and my insistence on believing
them.

Sometimes I wish life was one incredible rock opera my
favorite being Repo! The Genetic Opera… pure
poetry of a movie soundtrack. The music makes it… not
simpler or easier but perhaps the difference between listening
and hearing, believing and knowing. [image3] The music nowadays well… I once held a rule that I must
be able to name five songs from someone before I decided
whether I liked or disliked them; most are lucky if they
have three. As for my musical preferences, as long as they
have something worth saying I’ll hear nearly anything.
It is rare when a party song gets me going just on the grounds
I’ve never been much of a dancer though I have always wanted
to study all those slow dances and truthfully I have always
wanted to learn the “Lambada”.

I still abhor gospel music and any song that carries the
message taught today ‘it gets better” hell even Justin
Bieber’s Never Say Never carries more weight


Slave to the Rhythm, in a way