{"id":286,"date":"2012-07-31T14:58:55","date_gmt":"2012-07-31T18:58:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.knowyouroots.com\/ijustgottashare\/?p=286"},"modified":"2013-10-31T15:11:23","modified_gmt":"2013-10-31T19:11:23","slug":"singing-out-loud-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.knowyouroots.com\/ijustgottashare\/2012\/07\/31\/singing-out-loud-again\/","title":{"rendered":"Singing out loud again"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"For my birthday this year, my thoughtful husband bought me noise reduction earmuffs so I could mow our lawn without damaging my ears. Just like I asked, yet Mike was unable to give me a simple pair that would just protect my ears. He gave me a pair that could be hooked up to an IPod.<\/a>\u00a0Since he uses his IPod, he felt I needed my own.\u00a0 So instead of a simple pair of earmuffs, I have a super fancy pair and a cute little green IPod with my favorite albums loaded onto it. I didn\u2019t realize how cool it was until I started mowing the lawn and putting the IPod on \u201cGenius Shuffle,\u201d which shuffles songs in the same genre of the first song that is picked. Alternatively, I just put it on shuffle, the whole collection is shuffled, and I can listen to Led Zeppelin, then Ella Fitzgerald, followed with the Wood Brothers. Very cool! Besides mowing the lawn, I have been doing yard work with simply the IPod; it has changed my attitude about yard work and makes life much more enjoyable.\u00a0 I am now singing at the top of lungs again, not caring who hears me. I wonder when I stopped doing that. No matter, I\u2019m glad I found my voice again.<\/p>\n

Yesterday, while doing yard work and listening to my IPod, I realized how much influence my family has had on my musical taste. When I was younger (teenager, twenties), if I heard a song it brought me to a time and an event in my life. Yesterday, the songs reminded me of a family member, not events anymore. I wonder when and why that has changed. I was brought up in a home where music was played all the time, not by an individual but on the stereo or as it was called back then \u201cthe hi-fi.\u201d My older brother, Richard, played a guitar, but I cannot remember hearing him play very much. Perhaps a Bob Dylan tune here and there. We did have a piano for Richard to play, but I only recall my cousin David coming over to play it. In fact, sometimes he brought his friend to play it as well. Nevertheless, those events were few and far between. The music played in our home was made by others and was flowing through our house all the time, as it is today in my own home.<\/p>\n

Ever since my brother Michael passed away in March of 2011, I\u2019ve been overwhelmed by the influence he had on my musical tastes. There are certain songs that bring his spirit to me. What I found interesting yesterday was that some particular songs by an artist are associated with Michael and others by the same artist are associated with Richard. My folks love music as well. My Dad loves jazz and the blues and I remember him bringing home Santana\u2019s Abraxas for Michael.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t realize how progressive my Dad was until he was visiting me while I was in my twenties and listening to Pink Floyd\u2019s \u201cWish You Were Here,\u201d he asked if I could make a copy for him. \u00a0Mind you, my Dad was in his late 60\u2019s and tended to listen to Louis Armstrong and Frank Sinatra. My mom turned me on to my all time favorite artist \u2013 Cat Stevens. I can still hear her hum \u201cMoonshadow.\u201d<\/p>\n

It isn\u2019t any surprise that I married a man with the same eclectic taste in music that I was raised on. Besides finding my soul mate, we had a perfect marriage of our music collection. Mathew shares our love of music and has been known to over play what \u201cused\u201d to be some of our favorite albums. He is known to break into song while walking through the halls of school. A particular favorite song to sing as he passes the teachers in the hall is\u00a0“Good Morning”\u00a0from \u201cSinging in the Rain.\u201d No big surprise, as his paternal Grandmother and maternal Grandfather often break into song as well, I guess it is genetic.\u00a0
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