My earliest and fondest memories involve music. One of my first memories is of my great grandmother rocking me to sleep as a baby and singing "you are my sunshine." I heard her voice and felt it vibrate against my body. I felt her love. my mind drifted into thoughts of gray skies as I fell asleep. Even at that age, the power of music was evident to me.
When I was a little girl and the world was a perfect place, my family would go on vacations to the east coast. we drove through the night with the windows down, scanning the radio for any station that wasn't static. My dad drove while my mom sang along quietly to every song she knew. She would look back at my brother and I as we drifted to sleep. When everyone else was asleep, my dad would look at me through the rear view mirror and smile. I felt safe, loved- nothing could touch me. The radio played through the night as I dreamed. I can't tell you the names of any of the songs I heard those nights but sometimes I hear old songs I think i've never heard, but somehow have and I know those are the ones that played past the sound of the wind and the tires on the road as we drove through the night.
To me, this is what music is about. Its a bookmark between the pages of our lives. It's supposed to mean something, make you feel. I want to be able to make music that someone will listen to and when they hear it twenty years later smile and say, "that meant something to me."
That's what I want. I don't know what more to say.I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
