"Music becomes my best friend when nobody else understands me."
In my old posts, I have always mentioned that I love music but music does not love me with same deep passion as I don't have the voice to audition for my Adam, Lea Salonga and Miley.:)
I do not remember a single day that I did not play music. I can't drive well without music, I even pay $10 monthly for my Apple music so I can download anytime albums of my favorite artists (most recent purchased is Red Pill Blues by Maroon 5) and songs that just pop in my mind.
My patients now call me The Singing Nurse and Songbird as I sing on the floor. One time, a patient caught me off guard when during a time that treatment was long delayed due to technical problems, he even managed to ask me what song should I sing during that crisis, and so I thought of one and I sang, " Hold on little girl, show me what it's done for you. Stand up, little girl, broken heart can't be that bad..." by Mr. Bigg! And he commented, "Fair enough!" :)
"When you're happy, you enjoy the music. When you're sad, you understand the lyrics."
Pak na pak!!!
Music undeniably has the power to take me back to a certain moment in my life like nothing else can. It's like double espresso that awakens the soul and heart's veins to the different emotions evoked by both lyrics and melody. I hear Odette Quesdada's Till I Met You and suddenly I miss loving someone. I am listening at this minute to Jose Mari Chan's Christmas in our Hearts album and my teen-age holiday years come back in reverie.
Adele's voice force me to belt out the notes, Laura Story's songs ( of course, discovered her from Ate Kris), make my everyday life bearable. I have an eclectic kind of music playlists stored, as my passengers have noticed. My old friends in PH know my line of saying "Ay, favorite ke ing kantang'yan" too often.
So it is, THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC, THE SONG I"M SINGING!!
Music. Melody. Lyrics.
