When most people get into my car, they are stunned at the vast selection of pre-set radio stations.
I have often been told that I have an “old soul” at the age of 33.
If there were a soundtrack to my life, it would contain songs from nearly every genre and decade. I have always had a passion for music, starting at a very young age.
I was a member of the church choir and played the clarinet in band. I spent summers with my grandparents watching nearly every musical production that was playing.
I fell instantly in love with the theater and I learned that it ran in the family. While my grandfather was a cadet at Virginia Military Institute, he had a very small “blink and you miss it” part in Pat Boone’s 1958 musical comedy “Mardi Gras.”
As I’ve grown up and gone through some of the stages of life, I find music has a way of getting you through the ups and downs. I was born to two parents that were just as broad in their music selection as I am. That’s probably where I got it from.
Some of my earliest memories are driving around, singing along to all of their favorite albums: Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, Pink Floyd’s The Wall, James Taylor’s Greatest Hits, AC/DC Highway to Hell, Prince’s Purple Rain, Fleetwood Mac’s Rumors, Journey’s Escape and much more.
Now that my dad is no longer with us, I listen to classic rock every morning while getting ready for work, which keeps me connected to him and his memories. I can still hear him singing along, which is something I hope I never forget.
Of course being a teenage girl in the early 2000s, I was your typical boy band fan: posters, cd’s, stickers, etc.
In fact, I will be celebrating my 15-year high school graduation anniversary next weekend with my best friends, whom I have known since the fifth grade, at a Backstreet Boys and 98 Degrees concert.
We are all grown with careers and families of our own, but we are still close. It has been fun getting ready for the trip and reminiscing about the “good ol’ days.”
I was introduced to Texas Country in college. All of the usual suspects made their regular rounds in College Station; The Randy Rogers Band, Roger Creager, Robert Earl Keen, Jack Ingram, Wade Bowen, Cross Canadian Ragweed and more.
We spent every Thursday night at the Texas Hall of Fame, which sadly is no longer standing, two stepping the night away. Still to this day, we don’t miss an opportunity to see some of our favorites when they come to town.
I attended my first concert at the age of 14; my dad took me to see Aerosmith, which is one of my all-time favorite bands, in Dallas.
I love going to concerts, the live music and seeing artists up front and personal is mesmerizing. I enjoy the experience and memories that I make with friends and family.
Now that our boys are getting older, it warms my heart to see them to start to enjoy music and make it their own.
I want them to have songs that stamp their life, songs that years down the road, when they hear it on the radio, take them back and remind them of another time.