A lot of people know that music is everything to me. It's been a part of my life since I was born. My Dad made a living in Rock n Roll. Music paid for my education, the clothes on my back, and the food I didn't eat. See that's kind of funny if you really know me. Every job I've ever had has been in the music business and I hold a Bachelor of Science degree in Music Industry. Basically, I love music!!
Some people smell a certain smell and memories come back. For some it's foods, sights, etc. For me, it's music, lyrics, melodies. I hear a song or even a line in a song and I'm right back to a memory. Yesterday, my iPod was on shuffle when Coldplay's "The Scientist" came on. Sure enough, a memory came flooding back....
More than five years ago, Greg and I were sitting at AG's funeral and over the speakers played a CD that was in his car at the time of his death. As soon as the song started, G and I looked at each other and instantly felt so sad for SS, one of my very best friends, who'd just lost her love.
We were really in town because RP's husband was killed in an accident, so we flew out to be by her side. We'd arrived two days before KP's funeral. The first morning we were in LA I awoke to a call from SS screaming and crying. AG was gone. I jumped in the car and traveled to his parents' home to hold and hug my girl. It was a rough week.
Interestingly enough, this morning I was at the gym and had my gym mix playing in my ears. The song that came up was "Sometimes I rhyme slow" by Nice and Smooth. Yes, I enjoy a little old school rap now and then. The reason this struck me was that this song, too, reminded me of AG. He was a year and a half older than I, so he got a driver's license sooner. He and I would drive up and down Ventura Blvd from Winnetka to Woodman listening to music, looking for something to do. We listened to that song so much, memorizing the words. Yeah, I can rhyme... and sometimes I rhyme slow and sometimes I rhyme quick :)