Music. Ah, music. I love music. Always have. Still do. I like to listen to it. I like to write about it. I like to discuss, dissect, and debate it. I collect it. I have records, cassettes, CDs, mp3s, VHS videos, and DVDs (but no 8-tracks, just because I don't have a player). The first thing I do in a new car is set the radio presets. I like having soundtracks to my memories. I like measuring distances by how many songs I can listen to before I get there.
And a lot of people can probably say similar things. But why me? Why do I love music? That is the question that was posed to me by a friend today. Why do I love music so much? Especially given the following:
- My personal music experience consists of the half year in the elementary school band (although I am not sure the valve trombone really qualifies as an instrument).
- A little over two years of piano lessons which led nowhere.
- And there was the six months I owned a cheap electric guitar where I played it exactly twice before selling it to someone else (and making a tidy profit, I might add).
- Music was not prevalent in my childhood (my father didn't listen to music, and while my mother liked music, it was never a big deal around our house).
- I have no discernible musical talent.
- I have no rhythm.
- I couldn't carry a tune if my life depended on it.
I have given a lot of thought about that throughout today. And other than the regular reasons people normally give (Music is universal. Music is primal. Music is romantic. Music is rebellious.), I was having a hard time coming up with something that made sense.But I think I figured it out. Kelly Clarkson.
That's right, Kelly Freaking Clarkson. Kelly Clarkson is the reason I love music.