Beep Beep Beep Beep, YEAH!

My music tastes vary so much. As I shuffle through ten songs on my iTunes, there is Buddy Holly, Frank Sinatra, Faith Hill, Steve Miller Band, Soundgarden, Marvin Gaye, Elvis Presley, David Gray, Muddy Waters, and Bob Marley. The blog title comes from a line in a Beatles song that also alludes to the swing music I love.

While I have plenty of music to listen to for days on end, there are plenty of other artists I would love to own their collection. I wasn’t as big into glam-rock like my sister was, but I still like her favorite group back in the day, Poison. Speaking of glam-rock, check out my friend Allyson’s page www.bringbackglam.com.

I’ve thought about trying to learn an instrument, but I never have. Not that I would have time for it now anyway. I did remember being excited about the drums in fifth grade until I found out that it was the only instrument you had to purchase and not just rent, but like most of my life, I never wanted to ask my parents for money. So musically, I’ve remain just someone who can just appreciate a great song.

I love the creativity that it takes both in music and writing. Just to create something out of nothing is simply amazing. For others to appreciate the creativity is humbling to say the least.
I must admit that lately, I’ve been listening heavily to the Beatles, which started months ago when I heard, "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" on the radio. I’ve always like the music, but never thought to buy the albums. While other artist are getting some play, I like listening to the Beatles because I hear in certain songs the inspiration that another artist had and turned into their own song just as the Beatles were inspired by many others including Chuck Berry, the Beach Boys, and Bob Dylan.

And music continues to inspire me as well as paint the tone in my life. I mean, I think that what made Frank Sinatra such an excellent singer. While many sing the words and sing with some emotion, Sinatra would inflect the pain, the sorrow, the joy, or the excitement he felt in the songs he would sing. If you listen to "A Man Alone", which could lead me into tears or "Mood Indigo," when he sings, "I could lay me down and die," you believe him because you can tell he has been there.

On some myspace surveys, there is occasionally the question about what song(s) do you want played at your funeral. While I've always like Sinatra's "Angel Eyes" and the last line, "excuse me while I disappear," I also like Marley's "No Woman, No Cry", but I think I also want "Drive My Car" by the Beatles played at my funeral since I won't be driving any longer.