Music has always been a part of my life, even before I was performing and playing professionally.
I am a creative person. I have always been involved in projects and hobbies that have something to do with some kind of music or writing. I have been a musician and a singer/songwriter since I was seventeen years old. I played in rock and metal bands around the Detroit area for many years.
I'm the kind of person who has dedicated songs to most of the major events in my life. I have named all of my daughters after favorite songs. So when I married my husband, I was eager to commemorate my new relationship with my stepson with a carefully selected anthem. He was thirteen and completely uninterested in sharing a special song with his "stepmonster". He told me flatly, "I already have parents."
In essence, I am and will always be terrified of love. Halsey’s "Finally // beautiful stranger" encapsulates the fear I will always associate with the word “love”.
If we look back through out history we see that music has played a key role in the life of people. Some might even go with the theory that the world was "Sang Into Existence", (Michael McClain). Music can heal the body and soul, it can create movement in art, and can help a soul crying out in pain to feel whole again. The world is full of different song genre, and a person need only turn on the radio to find the song that speaks to their heart.
Have you ever heard a song or an album that made you break down and think about life, stare at the ceiling and feel the lyrics wrap around you like a blanket? That’s how I feel when I listen to East of Eli’s music. Over the past three years I have gone through some emotional and dark times in my life and I was looking for a ladder to pull myself out and this is around the time that Supergirl Season 2 was on TV which started Alex’s character’s coming out story line.
Ten was gangly white legs, in brown flared cords. It was 1977 in the Pacific Island nation known as Aotearoa, New Zealand. On weekday mornings I felt the wrath of Marilyn’s small, determined hands; brush strokes, tearing my scalp, in an effort to contain fuzzy blonde hair. Marilyn cared. Like a farmyard rooster, she broke our sleep, forced food down unwilling throats and groomed unruly bodies. Marilyn resided over the high gloss, canary yellow kitchen, with faux natural flooring and matching wooden handles. Marilyn also held court in the beige lounge room, between the olive, Sanderson drapes, cheap, European Old Masters and velvet upholstery.
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‘Once upon a time, when I was in high school’ is a line from a song by The Gaslight Anthem. It’s also the opening line to my true story about a different song by Celine Dion. A song that helped me win big in a small town. It begins with a shy, introverted, skinny teenager walking down the school halls by herself. That was me. And yet I won a very competitive local pageant when I was just 17 years old thanks to some coaching by Celine Dion herself, who through some very cheesy tear-jerking lyrics taught me to find strength from within. It’s easy to read over the mantras like, “I love myself”, or “I am worthy of love and good things”. But it can be really hard to grasp what that really means and put it into practice. So here’s a story to help wrap your mind around the meaning of self-love. This is how self-love helped me win big.