What Music Means to Me (or…How I Learned to Give it Up and Let Music Take Control!)
I never realized the role music played in my life until college when someone told me that they could gauge my mood by what music I was listening to at the moment. It took some time, but I realized it was absolutely true: the music I listen to very definitely expresses the way I feel.
But isn’t it the same for everyone? What other balm exists that can cure everything from heartache to homesickness? I don’t know about other people, but for me music is everything; It’s my voice when words fail me, my muse when ideas escape me, my inspiration when my confidence is low, my refuge from reality.
To me, it is the greatest escape that exists. Crossing all races, socioeconomic groups, ages . . . at its purest level, it is the great equalizer.
Erykah Badu’s relationship with Hip Hop mirrors my own with music in general. It is bigger than all things because it is EVERYTHING.
What music means to me? How did I become obsessed?
I’m not really sure when I became obsessed with music. I can tell you that it’s been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.
At times, it is my life.
The best answer I can come up with music is always there no matter what. It has comforted me, gotten me through tough times, brings me happiness and joy, attributes to some important friendships and relationships, and has brought me new opportunities.
I think everyone can relate to music and everyone has their tastes and stories that go along with the moments that music has been a part of their life. That’s a powerful thing and it is my passion.
To quote my favorite artist, Dave Matthews, “You seek up an emotion and your cup is overflowing”, that is how I feel about music.