Music is one of my many passions. Music of all kinds. Some music can make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Listening to one of my favorite CD’s has a calming effect that I don’t think can be described – just felt. Some songs have a way of transporting me to the place I was when I first heard them. (New Jack Swing easily takes me back to the Running Man marathons at my high school dance) Memories come flooding back. Good memories, mediocre ones. Most times the problem I was faced with before the song came on vanishes; at least for a little while.
Music can tell us stories about passion. When Otis Redding cries out about “These Arms of Mine“.. you can feel his pain… his longing. He sang with such passion. He believed him when he cried out for that woman that he yearned to hold. I also know that I’m sure he got her … and held her tight.
I don’t presume to know everything about everything. That’s crazy talk. But I do know that if you proceed through life the way Otis did when he DEMANDED … BEGGED for that change that’s gonna come then you can learn whatever you want. You can sell whatever it is you want to sell. You can write whatever you want to write. You can live the life that you’ve always wanted to live. Now go … close the browser window and explore your passion.