This week it’s Music.
I have sung most of my life. For years my mother offered to pay for singing lessons when I was a teen and I always turned her down. Silly boy. I’ve never been much of a player of music (last week I talked about my struggles learning to play the acoustic.) but I have been a lifelong listener. I even managed to turn it into a profession by becoming a popular music radio DJ for almost 20 years. I will gladly listen to rock, folk, jazz and classical. I will listen to a fair amount of pop, R&B, Soul, Blues, Gospel and Country (my first radio gig was at a country station where I got to explore a lot of country old and new.) I have a limited taste for hip hop (I’m a middle aged white guy from the suburbs. I am NOT the target audience for hip hop) and a very limited taste for most modern electronic and experimental forms of music.
Over the years I’ve discovered how much I enjoy Zydeco and traditional Greek music, and bagpipes, and drum and bugle corps music among others. Music that is well done and passionately played attracts me.
For that I am truly thankful.