I'm not crazy, I'm colorful

Some of you that read my blog know that I am a hard core rocker girl! I love music. I love it loud and I love it fast. Creed, Kiss, James Blunt and Pearl Jam (thanks Jules) are just a few of my current favorites. I listen to these CD’s over and over again in my car at very loud obnoxious volumes. I’m sure that the people that pull up next to me at lights are thinking the same things that I think of teenagers who pull up next to me with their rap music blaring…”seriously, is that necessary?”

But I don’t care. I really don’t.

This hard core music affects me like no other music I have ever known. If I’m sad or had a bad day at work, jamming it out is always an instant cure. There is no better form of therapy than letting the music take over my emotions. It’s the beat, the guitar solos, the rhythm…it all helps heal me of whatever it is I may be going through.

Monday was a perfect example of how music can heal the soul.

I had a rough day. I woke up grumpy. I had issues in both my personal life and work life. I was clearly in a funk to anyone who saw me or talked to me. I left the office a little early in hopes that a longer louder drive home could get me out of my funk. I got into the car and turned the volume up before I even turned the car on. That, my friends was a big mistake, huge!

To top off my bad day, the CD player was stuck. And you will never guess what it was stuck on. Nope, not Kiss, Creed, Pearl Jam or James Blunt. Nope, I couldn’t be that lucky. It was stuck on the “Squeakquel, by the Chipmunks”. Yep…I was jamming to Single Ladies by the Chipettes before I even pulled out of the parking space. And the worst part, my CD Player wouldn’t do anything. I couldn’t change the CD, I couldn’t eject it, and I couldn’t switch it off. Nope, I was stuck listening to the entire Squeakquel Album. Turns out I had a short in my stereo and the guys at the auto dealership love me and fixed it quick, thank God.

But it made me realize that for me, music is kind of like a drug. I’m addicted to it…or so I thought.

Recently, my non-boyfriend, boyfriend has opened my eyes to another part of “music”. Did you know that there are lyrics involved in music? I had no idea. Seriously, I know you think I’m being sarcastic here but I’m not. I totally listen to the “music” part of music. I never ever pay attention to the lyrics. I may know the lyrics by heart and sing them at the top of my lungs, but more often than not, I have no idea what they are saying because I mostly focus on the “music”.

We were in the car the other day and he played a John Mayer song. As soon as it started, I scowled and said “I hate this song”. But what I realize now is that I actually like the song…the lyrics were amazing…I just didn’t like the “music.” So, I did what any normal person would do, I logged onto Pandora.com and downloaded a bunch of “radio stations” of bands that I “don’t like” to actually give these musicians a try.

And do you know what I found? I actually like the likes of The Fray, Train, Coldplay, Matchbox 20, Five for Fighting, The Goo Goo Dolls (hello, “Let Love in”…LOVE IT!), Jack Johnson, John McGlaughlin, Jason Mraz, Counting Crows, Carolina Liar and even John Mayer. Yes you heard me right…I’m jumping on the John Mayer bandwagon. He may still be a tool, but he sure is talented! I get it Jennifer Aniston, I now get what you saw in him…my apologizes. . It’s amazing! I never realized how talented these guys are…

So please, if any of the musicians listed above are reading this, I owe you a huge apology! No more bad talking from me…total support from here on out from the He Who Laughs Last household.

And to those of you like me out there, whether it be just the lyrics you listen to or just the music, I beg you to hear both.

It will change your life!