When words fail…music speaks

One of my daughter’s band friends said that to me a few years ago.  I didn’t give it much thought at the time, but now I am thinking of it all the time.  I freecycled a perfectly working eliptical, and have been using it to complement my running (slow and steady).  Several magazines have said to watch tv whislt you are on the machine.  I find this VERY boring in the sense that we don’t have cable and I don’t watch soaps.  So, my solution is that I have 3 DVD’s of concert footage from Godsmack, Papa Roach, and Live.  So far, they have worked really well.

Throughout my life there have been times I had no words, but I had a song (or a few songs) that put into perspective what I was going thru.  Last October, I had the degrading opportunity to self-admit myself for psychiatric evaluation.  On the drive from one hospital to another (they made me ride in an ambulance), the EMT’s were jammin to KORN.  I asked them to turn it up, they obliged, the entire ambulance was shaking with the music.  That was a words failed moment, and even though I do not know their names…. I thank you.  It really helped me get thru at least a half hour of my journey into hell.

It happens in the happy times, too.  Mark Kohn’s Walking in Memphis is very precious to me.  It was all over the radio the summer I became pregnant with our son.  We spent 2 weeks in Memphis with Joshua’s mom, and from the best I can calculate, that’s where/when I got preggers.

I could name a bunch more, but I thought it would be interesting if anyone else could pop off a few of their favorite tunes and what they mean to them.  Any comments?