I listen to music all day. I’m not exaggerating there. ALL day.
I have it playing in my room (the whole family can vouch for that… “what’s that strange sound?” “Oh, cait’s music”.) And, when I turn it off, it’s so I can start playing it myself. Violin or piano. Practise time. lesuire time. de-stressing time. Just playing time.
Music is a big part of me. My life. My day. What I do. Maybe one day I’ll be a professional musician. Hey, we have to dream big right? But, if not, maybe I’ll just be one of those people who can’t live their life without music. Lots of it.
I write to music. Soundtracks mostly, because they fit so well as background music. Batman Begins. A Series of Unfortunate Events. Avatar. The Chronicles of Narnia. End of the Spear. Pirates of the Caribbean. Sometimes classical. I’m all for classical. My books might not be about music, but they’re full of music. If they’ve been written to music, how could they not be?
My violin means classical. My piano means modern. David Lanz on the piano…except when I’m playing hymns. But on the violin? Suzuki only. Classical none stop. I might not be the most technically accurate person alive, but I try. Someday I would like to play some amazing classical pieces on my violin—skip other kinds of music—something really famous, really amazing, really…beautiful. Better keep practising.
I need music. I have classical on all night. I have soundtracks on all day. I play the rest of the day. I think music is a part of my life.
Which leads me to wonder what my life would be without it.
I think I would be lonely without my music. I think, maybe I wouldn’t be who I am now
FIVE MINUTES. STOP.