the way you make me feel...it really turns me on...

music.

anyone that knows me (and even some that don't), knows that, aside from God, and my mom, there's nothing i love more. there's nothing that can make me more full when i'm hungry. there's nothing that can make me feel more love, when i'm at my loneliest point. i appreciate it to a degree that i appreciate nothing more (aside from the aforementioned). sometimes, i get so frustrated because i can't put into words the unequivocable feelings that i have for, well, music. music in it's most raw, most unfilitered form....or music produced to the point of no further production. i can't say enough about it, really.

one night, not too long ago, i was in nashville, specifically, for a show @ 3rd & Lindsley.

andrew hoover (http://www.andrewhoovermusic.com/) opened.

up next was joey degraw (http://www.joeydegraw.com/).

and finally, one of my favorites, tony lucca (http://www.tonylucca.com/).

well, i was there alone. i was sitting at the bar. and suddenly felt moved to write. i fished a pen out of my ridiculously large bag. i grabbed some bar napkins. and i wrote. and i wrote. random notes. random feelings. i think these bar notes, sort of encompassed what i feel for music. i was finally able to partially encapsulate (is that possible?), in a few short words, the feelings that i feel for music, in that one night. those musicians, their music...spoke to me. not in a way that i hadn't been spoken to before, but, in a way that was familiar. you see, music, is what i know best. i can rely on music, it never lets me down, it's never unfamiliar, always inviting. and so, i sat there, and i wrote. i'd forgotten about those bar notes until recently.

and now, i'll share those thoughts/feelings with you. maybe you'll understand, maybe you won't. fortunately, it's not for you to understand, but if you do, one up for me.

*i love the way that music makes me smile from the inside out, almost literally...i'll be @ a live show & suddenly realize that i'm donning a big wide smile.

*i love where music takes me, both figuratively & literally...from a local huntsville bar, to nashville, to birmingham, to heaven, and back...

* i love how music is pourous...it's like i breathe it in through my nose and it makes its way straight to my <3>

*i love how i can always pick out the most passionate member of a band based on his/her facial expressions & body movements, and how they're so perfectly unaware of either one.

*i love how music inspires me to write...and live, and love.

*i love how music starts conversations, but never ends them

*people hate people, people hate life, people hate love. but i love that i've never met a person, who hated music.

*i love how a guitar can speak many languages, without uttering a single word. it can cry, it can laugh, it can be smug..or, it can just be.

*i love how music can give me goosebumps...in a room that's 100 degrees.

*i love how the feelings that music emotes, are totally transferrable and yet, completely unique.

*i love how some people HEAR music, and some people LISTEN to it...i love that i do neither, i FEEL it.

*last but certainly not least, i love how i understand music more than i'll ever understand any thing/one else. i love that it also understands me.

people, i love music, honest, i do.

...this one's dedicated to the greatest musician the world has known...Michael Jackson, rawk on, and i hope you find peace in death, because Lord knows they wouldn't give it to you in life. celebrate the legacy ya'll.