Hi,

Ready to listen to some great music? It’s all about me today.

Unwritten

Home Life

I Don’t Want To Be

No More “I Love You’s”

Every Kinda People

New York Minute

That’s it for me tonight. Sleep well!

I can’t sing. I took piano lessons as a child, but it really didn’t take. I don’t understand the science of music. When I love a song though, it is because it moves me not only emotionally, but also physically. Many times, a song can act as a trigger for my PTSD. A few notes and I am a snowball rolling through my past, reliving it … re-feeling it. This is both good and bad, depending upon the memory *grins*. Here is just a glimpse….

One of the top songs from 1968 — the year I was born.

Memories of visiting Jones Beach on Long Island (NY) when I was a little girl.

(Anything by Queen brings back horrible memories of the bad molestor neighbor down the street from when I was around 9 or 10.)

Reading and becoming obsessed with Flowers In The Attic when I was 12 – 13. I would constantly listen to these two songs over and again.

Old Friends…

My First Major Music Star Crush:

First love…

Loving waking up to Dad’s Sunday Morning Jam Sessions:

(Rape: “I Just Called To Say I Love You” Paul McCartney)

My beautiful mom…

Happiness with my Best Friend:

My grandmother dying…

My Forever Love:

There are others, some of equal importance and many of lesser moments. Something is telling me that 13 videos are enough for one post. I don’t want to bore you.

Chaos