Don't Touch My Stereo
I’m not a musician. As a matter of fact, for having taken over two years of childhood lessons, I can only play one song on the piano and all I can still play on saxophone is part of my high school fight song . Those are my musical limits. And please don’t ever ask me to sing. I might think I can carry a tune, but so did a lot of people who tried out for American Idol- and I never had the encouragement they were given from overzealous parents. Having said all that though, I did grow up listening to and falling in love with several types of music, from my dad’s favorite Motown hits to my mom’s favorite Christmas tunes. Having grown up in the cassette tape era, I still have a lot of my mixtapes, which I’ve since converted to burned CD’s and then to iTunes and/or Spotify playlists. Those mixes fall in different genres and span different periods in my life. The songs they contain are time machines that instantly take my thoughts to years gone by, even to short-lived moments of adventure, falling in love, heartbreak, and rebirth.
