Music

So I have been struggling with my topic for this week after my very long mental health break.  I have tried to think of the many things I could write about this week, but I have come up short.  Then yesterday, I finally received Bon Jovi’s Live in Madison Square Garden.  Finally, a DVD of a live concert to get my blood running through my veins and light a fire under my ass. 

            My friend Glenn Osrin writes about Bon Jovi.   My friend Tamara Linse focuses her blog about both the experience of writing and reading.  My friend Pembroke Sinclair writes about his writing and daily life experiences.  I have been having trouble with my blog due to the fact that I cast such a wide net.  But that is ok—I am going to figure out what this blogging thing is all about for me.   I hope that you will all continue to read my weekly rants about what ever currently has my attention. 

            Today I have been thinking about how much music means to me.  I cannot play an instrument, I don’t know how to write music, and I live in an area where I do not get to see a lot of live Rock n Roll.  But music is a daily part of my life.  I listen to my iPod when I walk into the office at work.  I listen to music when I get ready for work in the morning, and when I am driving to work.  Every dream I have at night involves me being a rock star.  It is this world of rock n roll that allows me to get through the pain of my daily life and focus on getting better.  

            Music has saved my life—many times.   I love to listen to a song and say “I know exactly how that feels—I have been there.”  That is why my favorite performers have always, and will always be singers-songwriters.   When they are on the stage singing their songs you know they have experienced every emotion behind those words.  I also feel that singer-songwriters cover other artists songs better because they know what it takes to write a song. 

            I love music ever though I have no idea how to play an instrument or how to write a song.  Music is what I use to cope.  Music is how I get through.  Music saved my broken emotional life.  I know that I can make it through as long as I have music—I can survive and start to live a real life.

            Starting next month, I will be starting a savings account for a guitar, guitar lessons, and singing lessons.  I have no grand illusions that I will ever be famous or sing in front of millions of people.  I may be the only person who ever hears my music—but that is ok.  Just as long as I am making music—that is the only thing I care about.

Rock On,

Athena

PS.  Check out my friends blogs—they are super cool!

Glenn Osrin:  http://www.examiner.com/x-36037-Bon-Jovi-Examiner

Tamara Linse:  http://tamaralinse.com/blog.html

Pembroke Sinclair:  http://pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com/

Here is a video of some great rock n roll:  Stevie Nicks’ Rhiannon.  This is a rare live performance. Enjoy! 

Health Break

Sorry I have been out of the loop for so long. I have not been feeling well or been up to writing. I was trying to write everyday, but right now that is too much for me. I will start trying to write once a week for sure! I am going to ease back into the idea of writing. It is funny, but I used to love to write. It was all I ever thought about. Now writing terrifies me. So as a result I am going to face my fears again. So here is to the future and writing at least once a week.

Rock on,
Athena