Guess Who?

I’ve been having a lot of fun writing this blog.  I’ve gotten a ton of feedback from those near and dear to me and total, complete strangers from around the world – and it’s felt good to know that folks are tuning in.  I’ve been trying to talk some people into starting their own blogs – because that’s what I do.  Once I enjoy something I’m convinced that my loved ones will too.  I can’t help it. I’m bossy like that.  

So I’ll be pushing/prodding/bugging/begging some guest bloggers. My kids have already happily volunteered.  My husband shook his head and walked out the room (he’s warming up to it).  All are welcome – whether they want to or not!

So here you are world (or at least the 16 sovereign countries reading this blog)! Thanks to my little bitty sister for being the first guest writer! I hope this is the first of many she will write for us.

Music Is My Hot, Hot…Well, You Know

I love music. As an English teacher, my love of music rivals my love of literature and writing, and I’m okay with that. When I was a teenager, I wrote poems, listened to music almost 24 hours a day, and wanted to be a drummer in a rock band. I was also shy and nerdy (you read the poem-writing part, right?), so you know the only band I ever belonged to marched during halftime.

But I came by my love of music honestly. My sister’s records turned me on to Madonna, the Bangles, and an array of cheesy 80s bands (for which my boyfriend still hasn’t forgiven her), my dad and I bonded over classical Indian music (I think my love of a good beat comes from the incessant tabla music I heard in the car during family road trips), and when I was a teenager, my sister brought home a boy who seemed to love music as much as I did (Elton, Bruce, Bono), if not the same kind.

Over the years, music went from being background noise, to hobby, to obsession. My musical preferences evolved from recommendations from friends and family to something entirely my own. I began to identify with my music. As a teen in the late nineties, I spent many nights on my computer IM’ing my friends and searching for new music (I won’t say where because I don’t want to get arrested, but it rhymes with “spealing from Shwapster”).

As an adult, things haven’t changed much. You’d think I’d have grown out of it, but being obsessed with music is so much more fun as an adult. I found a guy who may actually be more obsessed with music than me; we go to concerts whenever we want, even on school nights (though I fear we may be becoming The Old People at the Concert, and you know exactly what I’m talking about); and I don’t have to rely on Shwapster to get my music fix.

I still share music recommendations with my sister and the boy who became my brother-in-law, and this led us, a few years ago, to a wonderful and terrifying journey called the Top 15 CD. One Thanksgiving, we decided to make Top 15 CDs of our favorite songs of all time, dessert-island style, and then share them over Christmas. This is harder than it sounds, especially for the music-obsessed. What followed was a month and a half of sleepless nights, stomach ulcers, and panic attacks. Okay, not really, but it was hard. It was also so much fun. For people who identify with their music, this was some serious soul-sharing. And here are the finished products (I’m only sharing the most important lists—mine and wifemothereventplanner’s).

Feel free to judge us by our music; that’s how we roll in this family!

Here’s my list:

Here’s my sis’s:

Now what I really want to know is this: What would be your top 15?

I’d like to thank the Academy….

This is so nice.  This is so sweet.  So unexpected.  I’ve been nominated for the Beautiful Blogger award (in blog world, a nomination is a win, this is why we love blog world).

Thank you so much to coffeepoweredmom!

http://coffeepoweredmom.wordpress.com/2012/06/23/one-lovely-blog-award-and-the-beautiful-blogger-award.

So part of the process of the award is to tell my readers (all ten of you) 7 things about myself that you don’t already know.  Here you go…

  1. I love Howard Stern.  My husband got me into his radio show about 10 years ago and I’ve been listening ever since.  Yes, he’s gross sometimes. Yes, sometimes my 8-year-old is more mature than him – but then there are genius interviews and funny skits.  Hysterical.
  2. When I was pregnant with my daughter we lived in NYC.  To get to work everyday I’d have to take a cross town bus and then a subway downtown.  Every day I’d come home and my husband would ask me the same question,”did someone give you a seat on the bus and the train?”.  Same question, everyday, until I stopped working.  Loved it.
  3. I don’t like mushrooms (yep, a vegetarian that doesn’t like mushrooms – discuss amongst yourselves.
  4. I interned at “Live With Regis and Kathie Lee” for a year in college.  It was the year I developed a thick skin and learned how to take criticism without jumping out a window.  BTW – Kathie Lee was charming and sweet.  Regis was the antichrist.
  5. I love Madonna.  I loved her when she was a lucky star, and when she put cones on her boobs, when she became British, and even now, when she’s a 50-year-old freakazoid. Love her.
  6. I have way too many photos of my kids around my house.  I’ve tried to take them down but my body revolts.  Can’t do it.
  7. Chocolate makes my soul sing.

Music to my ears

I grew up in the 80’s – with neon shirts, shoulder pads and pop music.  I loved it – Ok, not all of it. I didn’t love music. I liked music.  I did the alternative thing with The Cure, Depeche Mode, and Camper Van Beethoven – and I did the mainstream thing with Duran Duran, Madonna and Culture Club. I went to some concerts, not many.  In my defense, the only music playing in our house was Bollywood soundtracks and Sanskrit prayer chants (fun fun!)

Cut to college.

I meet a boy.  He was consumed with music.  Consumed.  An entire wall of his room was dedicated to (alpha order) CDs.  He went to as many concerts as he could get to.  He listened to everything. He literally had a soundtrack for every occasion. Music was (is) his life.  He made me tapes.

Then I met a girl.  She would be the yin to my yang for my college years and beyond.  Smart, sassy, funny – all my favorite things in a human.  Later in life she would go on to marry my boy’s best friend.  True story.  She also loved music.  She listened to singers and bands that I’d never heard of.  It wasn’t alternative – it was totally underground and phenomenal. She made me tapes too.

These two schooled me on music.  Hello, Elton John.  Hello, Ani Difranko.

That was awhile ago.  Those CDs are now packed away in big cases (he almost teared up the day we put them away), and I don’t even own a tape recorder anymore. But I still have all the tapes. And the music is still strong.

My kids know more about The Beatles and The Stones than I ever will.  My husband usually calls my daughter when he wants to hear a new group. They’ve already been to more concerts than I went to in my entire childhood.   My pal is happily married with a kido – and listening to amazing musicians,  I’m sure of it.

Me?  I play along…get it…play….like a guitar…or a piano….

I know you all don’t demand proof of my insane ramblings – but I like to provide it anyway…Here’s what used to be  95% of my husband’s life.

Now it’s 80%….85% tops.

    

So besides supplying me with amazing music – my gal was also an artist.  Every tape she made me had an original design. She did funky, cool collages before it was cool to do funky, cool collages. Thought you should know.