Music Monday

LissaLogoYellow_reasonably_smallI don’t know about y’all, but sometimes I just need to listen to something different to get myself into a whole new headspace. I’m not very good with a lot of the popular music today cause it just…well, sucks. Of course, that’s my opinion and mine alone. You may love it and that’s awesome for you.

When I’m in need for that different feel or mood or headspace, I’ll revert a lot of times to old songs or classical. I’m a trained musician and fall back to that a lot. For many years I inhaled and exhaled music and anything to do with it. I might be playing the Stamitz Flute Concerto in G Major (which has always been one of my favorites and I was never as good as this girl) by day and by night I was headbanging my best friend at a Motley Crue concert.

Music in various forms is healing, therapeutic, and powerful, which is most times why I will be listening to it when I’m writing, cooking, or just doing whatever. It’s been such a huge part of my life that I can’t imagine it not influencing me in profound ways…

I’ve needed a change in mindset for several months now. I desperately need a change in scenery too (mountains, please), but one thing at a time, usually. Music right at my fingertips is the easiest way to fuel creative juices and it’s been classical lately, mostly Bond and Sarah Brightman (she is so ethereal and she makes it look so effortless). There’s passion and flair and a depth, a range that inspires me…

If music in any way inspires you or moves you… play it loud and play it proud. I’m off to write now…

~lissa

Music Monday – When They Made It Seem Easy

This blog post stems from a conversation I had with a friend the other day. We’re in our 40’s now which means we were teenagers in the 80’s. Music was loud and fun and in some ways very suggestive and in other ways very blatant in the meaning and message. Love meant sex in songs. It didn’t matter if it was pop or metal. A lot of it was about sex.

“For sex and sex I’d sell my soul, All in the name of, All in the name of Rock”, sang Vince Neil, the front man of Motley Crue…

They and others like them sang about the glamour of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. They sang about the pitfalls too. They weren’t much older than my friends and I at the time and they made it seem so easy for the teenagers like us to get at the rockstars we idolized.

Yeah, they sang about 15 and 17 and talking dirty and cherry pie… But WE were 15 and 17 and wanted Bret Michaels to talk dirty to us, and many of us would’ve given it up to Warrant or a dozen other bands if we’d gotten close enough to the bus or the hotel. Many of us did.

We, the teenagers in the 80’s, were the target market for 80’s glam metal…

They lyrics were scadalous, the leather tight with cocks outlined perfectly, and the beats were infectious. I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything. I mean really, where do you think I got my taste for tattoos, piercings, and leather clad bad boys?

Music today is just as suggestive, the beats just as infectious if you know where to look and who to look to… The leather isn’t as prevalent anymore, now it’s casual and jeans, but hey, if you’ve got an imagination…

What about you? What did YOU listen to as a teenager?

~lissa