let me sing.
music, music, music. Open the doors to my home, and you will be blasted. Todd= bass, guitar, and trombone. Ashley= piano, percussion, and the voice of an angel. Me= banging keys occasionally when i can't seem to collect my thoughts. And when broken amps and busted strings and tired fingers hinder us, there is never a moments hesitation to turn that volume knob a little (or a lot) to the right.
The music is undoubtedly one of the things i miss most about home. I miss the way my fingers felt flying across the keys, and the way Ashley would always scream from where ever she was, be it back-yard, bathroom, of basement, that i hit a wrong note. I loved sitting down with the sheet music in front of me that i did not need because i had memorized every note, and my mom humming along with Pachebel's Canon in D.
This was originally going to be a list of my favorite CDs but now that seems strangely shallow. The music I carry with me every day is the music that my family has left in my soul. Low bass lines vibrating through walls whenever I was trying to take a nap. Harmonies that Ashley picked out of songs the first time she heard them. The first two pages of the sheet music from the Titanic theme that I can pound out like there will be no music tomorrow. The motorcycle song. (thank you daddy) And the way that my mother would always say "That was beautiful" with tears in her eyes whenever I would play or sing anything. These are the things that deserve to be on this page. Nothing more, nothing less.
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