• The Journey Alone I have a "blogg" that I normally write in. However, I have started a new chapter. Because, music...is so deep and essential in my life...its words..its rythem, its beat, its meanings...its soul..its everything... This will accompany me, on my Journey. I cant think of a better place, than this site..to exspress my life, my journey, my pain...my failures right here, along side the music I so love. I love all types of music. I grew up with music always on in the house...and it was always different. I grew up as a young child, listening to the 70's with my sisters...pumping it threw head phones. In my babybook...It was written "she could dance before she could walk". My father was a lover, of rock. Rolling stones, Supertramp, Rush, Rod Stewart and ACDC, Led Zepplin..... My mother was a disco lover. She loved the softer side of life. Barbara Striesand, Gordon LIghtfoot, Bee Gees... My Sisters- were disco queens. They were in their teens..and great dancers. My younger Brothers- Well, the oldest..he was a lover of metal. ACDC KISS, METALICA, RUSH, Judas Priest..anything with loud guitars..and he was into it. The youngest brother...you guessed it "rap". It was loud, and full of life..and had a heart beat. Run DMC,KRS1,Public Ememy and of course the Beastie Boys. ME? Well...Im complicated. I loved and learned to love and appeciate it all. I can enjoy metal, and hard rock. I can dance to ska..hip hop, reggae, dance hall...I can find my heart in dance, pop, house, classic chicago house, trance, deep house, as well as Blue grass country...I remember that being played in my Grandmothers house...along with Italian music. Opera...I grew up listening to Pavarotti...and learning to appreciate him and others in Opera. God Bless her...with out her, I wouldnt be well rounded! Ive had music with me all my life. Every step of the way...every event. I had or have a song, for every feeling. Its evolved over time. Ive matured...in some way, not so much. I enjoyed as a teenager, what my freinds did...club music. All the while..studying Flute. Classical Flute. My main area of study was vocals, second flute and third...writting. My vocals were always loud. I was a alto..and was always put at the back of any choir..and always beside the boys...I could go to "help" them if directed.(someone was missing) My entrance into a music school...was demanding. Long days...and longer nights, in bands and choirs. All while having to manage a 80% percentile rate across the years. It sucked...but It enriched me. I see that now. I struggled,and still struggle with reading music. Ive never been able to "get it" No matter, who tried to teach me...I just saw dots...BUT..what I did have, was a keen ear, and a memory. You could play something on the flute...or sing it to me 2 times...and I remembered it. Flat out...remembered it. I wish my memory for other things in life, were that good! So, I stuggled, and failed theory...but was ok, in practical. I got threw highschool...and said, I would never play flute again. And ...I havent. I said, I would never sing again. For the most part...I havent. I do in the car..and in the shower. I do to my daughter, and at family "happy birthdays". But...I did sing for David. I recorded my songs for him. This man, made me want to SING. Something, I havent wanted to do...in years. David, brought my song back in my life. David was my music. It also, helped David was a musical person, himself. He met me, and played guitar for me while singing..."father figure". I melted immediatley, and fell in love with that man. I appreciated his talent..and was in awe. I loved his voice...speaking or singing...it was pure "american honey" to my ears. He played that guitar...my heart raced, my body got warm..and all I could think was "he did all this for me?". He was simply amazing. I wanted to record him...I am glad he shared his talent in churches, and in a few bands he had with his brothers. In my opionon...with out even hearing them...they should have been way more successful, than they were. David liked alot of the same music as me...and I was keen to learn more music venues threw him. He was like a book..Ive never seen before. The problem is...I only got threw the first chapter, before we died. But, this entry isnt about David and I. Not now anyways. Threw my highschool...and into College, I continued on with mainstream music. Later in college, and after leaving a prominate 7 year relationship...(we were engaged...he became a police officer...and I didnt want to be a cops wife..so I left) I turned to country. NEW country. Yes...yes...I know. Not the "tear in my beer...someone ran over my dog, and my wife left me" garden variety I grew up with. I mean Dolly and Patsy are just fine...but not when I was 20. No...Im talking exciting Country. Martina McBride, Faith Hill, Garth Brooks, Charlie Major (canadian)Allan Jackson, Reba, The Dixie Chicks and The Judds. Just to name a few. In these artists, I found "real life" in song. They sung it life it is...with no frills. I became consumed...and country rose to my most popular purchases. With this...I also sang in a choir at St. Annes Catholic Church. Talk about old time music. Boring...and pretty...but no spirit really. I did this for 5 years. Then..I found music at my current penecostal church. Music full of life. Full of pain..with HOPE in christ, Music that moves me to tears...in happiness, and sad times. I love christian music. I even own a few albums of MaryMary,Casting crowns, and Mercy Me. There is some great stuff out there people. Great uplifting music on the christian front. However...Ive always loved George Michael. He has been an artist..who since the age of 14 was plasterd on my walls. Every inch of them. My girl friends and I laugh about it now..I was WHAM! crazy. I knew and researched everythng about that man..dreaming to one day meet him..and sweep him off his feet. What young girl didnt? He was handsome as HELL! Ive appreciated his music more and more..over the years..its deeper and relates to my life in more ways. He at first was "candy and bubblegum" for me. Make it BIG...I was getting more mature (at least I thought) and I understood "if you were there" more than the average girl. It wasnt until one rainy night, I sat in my car..and first heart "TONIGHT" that I broke down sobbing. I couldnt believe that he was singing a song, so real and true to my heart. I bought the 45 immediatley..and played it till it warped. With each new album..I was more and more obsessed ...I suppose you could say. Id listen to the song...2 times, learn the words..and know how to sing it. I dived into "what did that mean" in his songs? I felt his pain. I could understand his confusion...which at that time..I couldnt understand why he was so confused.I could feel everything...his voice was like honey to my ears. It hasnt stopped. He hasnt stopped being an icon for me. Im in my late 30's and my daughter now can sing his music. (its all I really play) But along side George...was also Queen. And for this...I thank my dad. My father is british, and brought back with him..his love for a band..named Queen. He always said "freddy is a flamer..but a great singer...right up there with Journey". Ill never forget that statement. My dad was right. I started listening to my dads Queens albums "queen" "sheer heart attack" "news of the world" and of course.."greatest hits". I was not as attracted to Freddie as I was to George...but to my ears..they were in the same category. They were heaven to listen too..and with songs inwhich I could relate too. Happy, sad..wanting to dance...or just clean too...It was them. Plus all the others. My house was never quiet...nor is it today. My daughter is growing up listening to what I try and exspose her too...solid foundations of music...solid performers. I cant stop the Miley and Justin Beeber influence on her. The radio...always gets changed. But, I do edit out raunchy music as soon as I hear it. There is just some music young kids shouldnt be hearing ....yet. Not with out the maturity behind them. That is where my faith and church comes in...she chooses a path...music that enters her ears..and influences the mind and weighs on the heart.

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