friends in classes, friends of friends, and people younger than me. ex-boyfriends, step family; people who i thought i'd love forever. people who i work with, people older than me, people whose love created me, people who i will love forever.
these connections that we've made will either grow stronger, or fade into a past- ours, or theirs. although love isn't necessarily tangible, it has the strongest influence over us- it stays with us and changes us. the second strongest influence on my own life, is music.
for me, songs and their movement do the job closest to perfect in making love tangible.
while my heart grows with each connection that i make, so does my music library.
to be the girl who knows every song that comes on is a blessing, and the reason why is this:
the songs that i know, i know because i heard them at a concert or on the radio, and their sentiment struck me for long enough that i invested my emotion to it.
OR, because someone in my life played it for me.
i can connect to the people who've moved through my life on a random afternoon, on any given radio station. i can find a way to my heart through lyrics in a song that explain my own love.. that i didn't have the words for.
i can feel my grandfather with me as i sing an old Irish song, and can bring him to my family when they need his comfort.
i am reminded of my mother's happiness in her wedding song, and remember that love is possible at any time.
i can note my youth and the places that have built me in multiple genres.
'punk' music puts me in a room with writing on the walls and pink hair,
and Elton, Billy, and Boston put me in the backseat while my father drives, turning the radio down sporadically so that he can hear me singing.
country music puts me at a homecoming game in a cheerleading uniform, on horseback at sunset with a blue-eyed brunette leading the way, and into the passenger seat drinking beer with a boy who taught me about heartbreak and friendship on old back roads.
the all-american rejects sing for my own siblings, and jason mraz to my soul siblings. Conor Oberst showed my best friend her heart, and gave us a second chance.
last month, i stopped dissing Moby, and found freedom and a new song for my own heart.
these songs and people make up my ever-expanding music library, and heart.
every decade is a new volume, every year is a new album, and every day is a new song.
this month, every love song is Ours.
