Voices of Reason

I have a theory that I am going to test out tomorrow. I am going to try it, and this post will be here, once and for all, holding me accountable. I am going to do something I haven’t done in far too long. This may sound dumb, but I am going to listen to two hours of music tomorrow.

Seriously, you have to hear me out here. Maybe you need it too. Let me explain. We are drowning in a news cycle. Who’s telling the truth? Who’s lying? Which sport are we NOT going to watch today? It’s hard to escape. My choice has always been sports radio on my drive home, but even that has been a little bit less engaging because at this point anything they talk about is speculation. How did the Diamondbacks look yesterday? Oh yeah, they didn’t play. Wait-I didn’t even drive home.

I was sitting here this evening thinking about the good times I have had over the last two weeks, many of them having been set to music. I wrote about how the Grand Ole Opry hosted music on a Saturday night (even without the audience) just like they have been doing every Saturday for the last 94 years. The Saturday night after I wrote about it, all four of us watched.

I continue to enjoy bits and pieces of songs from the Holderness family (look them up if you don’t know who they are), and I share them with my kids all the time. If you hear my daughter yelling “Where is my phoooooooonnnnnnnnneeee” please note that her phone is not lost, nor could it be since she doesn’t have one. It’s a parody of a Frozen song performed by the Holdernessssseseseses. I hate pluralizing family names that end in s, by the way.

My son thinks my music taste stinks and that “Old Town Road” is the best song in the history of the world, but he does love Metallica. “Give me fuel, give me fire, give me that which I desire…” Side note: I almost always listen to that song on the radio, so imagine my surprised expression when I played it on Apple Music and curiously read the lyrics!

Side note 2: I am fairly sure he didn’t even notice that word.

Side note 3: I am a bad parent.

Looking back at it there are a ton of great memories in my life set to music. I could go back and back and back, but I think I will save that for another post. What I can say is that sometimes a love of a song is a product of a memory, but sometimes a great memory comes from the perfect song. If there is music playing in our house, someone in a good mood probably put it on.

Tomorrow I’m going to try the reverse. I’m going to put on the music and see what kind of mood I can create. I’m going to push the news cycle to the back burner and let the songs take me where I want to go.

Go there with me! What will you listen to?