Passion

There are many things that I am passionate about in life, and among them is music. There are few things, that when I am feeling at my worst and am in the foulest of moods, make me feel content, and music is always number one.

I loved this picture because it evoked in me the thought of just how powerful music can be. I think back on some of the memories in my life and there is almost a asoundtrack to every major event in my life. Thinking about Houston and my grandparents ranch, and the Red Door BBQ (thing sthat defined my early existence) the song is "The stars at night/ are big and bright/ deep in the heart of Texas <clap, clap, clap, clap>". My Dad is "Butterfly Kisses" by Bob Carlisle. Times in Celebration are the cliche "Celebrate good times/ C'mon!". 9/11 is Jewel's "Hands" which she wrote right after the event, and consistently makes me cry. Parker Jackson's death is Sarah McLachlan's "Angel". High School is our alma mater and "Graduation" by Vitamin C. Fuz E's death is "Fire and Rain" by James Taylor. One of my favorite days so far at college is High School Musical's "Can I Have This Dance?". And the best date ever of my life is with out a doubt "All I Ask of You" from Phantom. And the break-up that still aches my heart is Taylor Swift's "Breathe".

So much of my life and memory I equate to music, and so much of music equates to emotions I have experienced. I think its a good and bad thing, because to an extent I have no control over what music can evoke in me, but its an interesting power, and makes me question whether music (or memory) is truly inanimate.