Poetry has always felt like meditation in a way, from my perspective. Words that paint a landscape for us if only just for a few stanzas.
I could spare you all the trip down memory lane and just say go listen to the Tony Hawk Pro Skater soundtrack (which you should do anyway) - but instead I’ll highlight some of the classics that had me laughing at imagining 13 year old angsty me rocking out to the following songs.
One of my favorite things about myself is my Queerness - I am a friend of Dorothy, just like the other Queers before me.
Through the years I've realized there are three kinds of people out there: 1. Ones that love Christmas music and will start playing it as soon as they possibly can. 2. Ones that tolerate it, but only when (and I mean ONLY when) Christmas is a few days away. 3. Ones that cringe at the sound of it.
Sometimes revisiting the past through music can help us to appreciate where we are in the present.
Music has been and will always be a big part of my life - and I fully believe sharing music is one of the most intimate things people can do.
No wonder the first time I was brought to a Showtunes Sunday in the Gayborhood I felt like I was at my home away from home. In reality I was just on the top floor at Tavern on Camac, squished like a sardine between a gaggle of gays who had all just got done a full day of Stonewall kickball.
I am a lover of music, pop culture, books, and many things that most folks don’t particularly know about me. So far, that is what I have been sharing on this blog - sharing pieces of myself & the things I love. And I think that is how I will continue – for now.
The way things have been going recently, I thought it was best to share another music post. Lately, music and true crime podcasts have been my short head-phone getaway from reality.
One thing I truthfully love about music is how a song or an artist can sort of transform us back to a “back when” moment or remind of us a certain person.