Music is Love

This is my cousin Nick Lefler.
I didn't see him much while I was growing up because he was so much older than me and my family lives in a different town that all my other family.
He's always had a passion for music, much like me, though we have a bit different taste.
He eventually got married and had two kids but somehow a few years later he got intertwined with drugs and his wife divorced him.
He ended up moving back in with his dad and his younger brother in his hometown.
By that time I was grown up, around seventeen, so I wasn't left out of family conversations when we talked about him and his alleged drug problem.
Last Christmas my grandma invited their family (Nick, his brother, and his father) over for presents and dinner.
My mom got Nick a nice pair of jeans.
Sometime later in February or March I happened to be at my grandma's house when he and his aunt came over for a visit.
I'd just gotten back from Mid-America Pom Pon State competition where my squad took second place.
Nick and his aunt watched the competition video and said they were proud and impressed.
Nick looked like he was doing alright.
He looked healthy, not like a drug addict.
He had a job at my uncle's construction business, doing paperwork I believe.
But my uncle had to let him go because Nick was allegedly stealing money.
I thought that Nick had an alright life.
But I suppose he didn't think the did.
Sometime in March or April Nick took his life.
He stepped in front of a truck.
I like to believe it was a semi because that would kill instantly.
I went to his funeral. It was odd to me because he was cremated.
I feel like if I don't look at the body then they're not really dead.
But he was dead.
At the funeral the pastor addressed the fact of suicide. He said that Nick still went to heaven.
He told a story of another family member of Nicks having something odd happen to her.
She was driving to the mall when she saw some street graffiti that said "Nick" and then a song came on (the pastor didn't say which song) which made her think of him. She then got the phone call telling her about Nick's death. That was odd in itself. But it gets weirder. A few days later she was driving the same route to the mall. When she saw the graffiti again and the song came on the radio again. The same song that reminded her of Nick.
I believe that this was Nick's way of saying that he was alright, and goodbye.
After the pastor told us that story he played "Stairway to Heaven"
I thought that song was kind of cliche but apparently it was one of Nick's favorite songs.
I was back at school a few days later in art class. I was drawing in my art book and kind of thinking about doing a page for Nick, when "Stairway to Heaven" came on the radio. I was a bit suprised at first because I'd never heard that song come on that station before, but there it was.
I cried. Right there in class.
Quietly of coarse.
It made me think of Nick. Maybe he played that song to remind me of him.
I then did an art page dedicated to him.
It was song lyrics.

Thanks for reading.

Ed

So I know that I've talked about Ed Sheeran multiple times, but I've never really told you why I like him. So here's this blog.

I first discovered Ed a little after I discovered Imagine Dragons in High School. Probably around my junior year. Yeah it was now that I think of it. His album + (plus) came out in 2011 and I bought it almost a year after it was released just because I liked the song "Give Me Love."
After listening to the album just once, I was hooked. That album became my crack cocaine. I listened to it every single night while I drifted to sleep. I knew every lyric by heart after a couple nights. I was addicted. And even though I was in love with his mind and lyrics, I never took the time to look up a picture of his face.
Eventually I did, however, and I wasn't surprised. He turned out to be oddly handsome, but he doesn't look like he can sing, though he obviously can. His second album X (multiply) came out in June of 2014 and I bought it as soon as it came out. I didn't need new songs, I was perfectly happy with his last album, but I wanted them. I wanted to hear what his beautiful mind had come up with this time around. It didn't disappoint. I was so happy when I had finished listening to every song. It was just as good if not better than his first album.
I'm not quite sure how to explain why I've fell in love with his music. It just fits my personality so well. His lyrics are sometimes sarcastic, but always deep, and you can tell that he's been hurt by a few women, and that he's hurt a few and he's sad about that. His lyrics always tell a story and have a deeper meaning that I love to figure out. I haven't done much research on him because I don't want to be that crazy fan-girl, though I did cry very hard when I saw him in concert, I just couldn't believe that it was finally happening. I was finally seeing the person that I've been listening to for the past two years.
I don't creepily fantasize about some secret love affair with him though. Which is good because I think that's what most fan-girls do.

I encourage you to listen to a song or two of his, and see if you can find the deeper meaning. His lyrics are like puzzles. I'll give you a few more of my favorite songs from him too. Thanks for reading this.

My Old iPod

When I was in middle school, I was best friends with the most popular girl in school. She had one of the first pink iPods when it came out, and I wanted the exact same one. Unfortunately, I wouldn't get mine until a few years later when they didn't even make that kind anymore, so I ended up getting an iPod nano (2007).

Mine was the pink one of coarse, though there was much debate about whether I wanted the blue or pink. Anyhow, I thought this device was the coolest thing EVER. I listened to it every day on the bus rides to and from school, I listened to it in the computer lab when we were allowed to, and I listened to it in gym class when we had "free days." I even got this super girly all glitter case for it. It had the best songs- I thought- at the time. Every Glee soundtrack, Niki Minaj's second album, and even a few- I hate to say it- Justin Bieber songs. This little thing was my life. Until...One Christmas where I begged my mother for a $300 iPod touch. That was the end of an era and the beginning of another.

But this blog isn't about my iPod touch, because that stopped working awhile ago. I never kept track of my old iPod nano, but one day I saw on "the bookshelf of things people don't want" that we have in our house there was an old iHome for the old iPods and iPhones with the iPhone 4 and 4s port. You know, the really wide one. My iPhone is the 5 so I didn't think much of the old iHome, until I opened my desk drawer to see my old iPod nano.

This all happened about three days ago. Obviously I plugged the nano into the iHome and jammed out to some old tunes in my room. I laughed so hard at some of the songs I had on there. Some even from American Idol (I don't even remember liking American Idol.) I even texted the lyrics of "Best I Ever Had" by Drake to my boyfriend and he had no idea what I was talking about. Listening to that old iPod was really cool and I can't wait to explore it even more.

Peppa Pig

Every Tuesday and Sunday I babysit two adorable little girls named Liberty and Trinity. Liberty is about three and potty training, and Trinity just turned two. I ALWAYS confuse their names because they sound the same! 

Anyhow, the girls are in love with Peppa Pig. Shes a British pig that dosen't really teach the girls anything but social skills, which I suppose is a good thing. Well, they have this Peppa Pig DVD that they watch every night I babysit them before bedtime. Last night I had put the older one, Libby, to sleep and I was waiting for the little one, Trinity, to fall asleep as well. I had put Libby in bed and told Trinny to be quiet because her sister was sleeping, and of coarse I put in the Peppa Pig DVD on for her to watch in their room.

I went and sat out in the living room with the TV on the Jewelry channel (don't judge me) and I waited until the whispers of baby talk subsided, but they never did. After about ten more minutes of hearing Trinity talking to herself, I went in to her room. She was still wide-eyed and standing in front of the TV. But she wasn't just standing, she was dancing. Peppa's theme song was playing on repeat because I never pushed play on the DVD and she was just wiggling her little hips to it. It was the cutest thing ever. I didn't even ask her to go to sleep, I just pushed play on the DVD and walked out. Other nights I probably would have told her to go to sleep, but her dancing was just so cute that I couldn't.

She can understand the words of the theme song because it's simply "Peppa pig. Oink Oink...Peppa Pig. Oink Oink..." and so on. Trinny was feeling the power of the music that night and it got her out of going to bed.

It's Never too Early

The day before Halloween, work was really busy. It was a typical Thursday, people thinking they're going to beat the weekend rush, but jokes on them: they are the weekend rush. Our store was so crazy and my store manager was complaining over the headset walkie-talkie that the music wasn't loud enough and that we couldn't find the regular CD so we were playing the after-hours CD. I suggested that we pop in the Christmas CD, you know, just to see what's on it and to get people thinking about Christmas coming up.

She actually took my suggestion for once and popped that bad boy into the CD player and two seconds later the joyful noise of bells and singing of snow filled the air. I was delighted. I am a fan of a good Christmas classing playing over the P.A. system. Little did I know, once that Christmas CD started playing, it wasn't going to stop. 

Every day. Every single day at work I have to hear Christmas music for nine hours straight. I don't work every day, but it is still super annoying. I get that it's a religious holiday and I'm not disrespecting Jesus or anything, but hearing happy people singing on the loudspeaker is too much sometimes. My managers like to turn the music up so loud that people have to YELL to talk. I can't stand it. It doesn't feel like music anymore, it just feels like background noise.

I always had the motto: "It's never too early to start playing Christmas music!" but after what I have endured for the past few weeks, I now beg to differ.

T-Swizzle

Okay, so I get it that everyone thinks that all Taylor Swift does is sing songs about her past relationships, which she does without a doubt, but her new album 1989 is different. This album is really only half about past relationships. I purchased this song on iTunes two days after it came out, because I am faithful to my lady Taylor. She didn't disappoint me at all with this new album. She completely exceeded my expectations. This album is about her growing up as a person and as an artist. In an interview that I listened to on the radio, she said that the thing she was most proud of with this album is how the tone of her voice goes with the lyrics. For example, the song "Out of the Woods" is about a relationship that has up's and downs and when something happens that brings them closer together (like in the song they get into a car accident together and one of them ends up getting 20 stitches) then they wonder if they are out of the woods, and if they are okay in their relationship now. In that song she sounds a little panicked and frantic and indecisive. I think this shows how creative and artistic Taylor is. 

I wanted to post a video of "Out of the Woods" but the only one I could find was of her performing live and she is such an awkward performer that it distracts from the song. I love Taylor Swift but it's a bit painful to watch her try to dance. [Sorry Taylor if you're reading this don't hate me, just maybe get a choreographer.] Anyhow, I would usually post a video or two of songs from this album, but YouTube doesn't have any so you're just going to have to buy the album yourself!

Church Music

This past Sunday, I went to my dad's church in his hometown because it was hosting a choir concert. This wasn't like any other church choir concert; this one consisted of a choir/band from each church in the town. There were about seven different groups performing, and my grandma was singing in one. We don't get to see my grandparents often since they live about thirty-five minutes away, so it was nice to gather with them at their church. 

My grandma's choir sang first. All songs about God of coarse. My dad, brother and I sat quietly as we listened to them all sing. Grandma's choir had about fifteen people, all of them were pretty old. The next few groups were honestly a bit boring. Christmas music played on the piano, a soloist singing a slow song; I almost fell asleep. But then this one group came on of five big men singing in their deep voices. They sang really upbeat songs. That woke me up for sure. It was nice to see a bunch of men get up in front of many other people and show their faith to God through song. I could feel the power in the music that day. Everyone's faith was strengthened. There is a book titled  "Heaven is For Real" and in it the little boy can see the Holy Spirit touching his pastor father as he reads his sermons. Sunday at the church I could feel the Holy Spirit touching those men when they stood up and sang. 

I encourage you to attend church and try to feel the power in the music. It was so cool to imagine the Holy Spirit with us.

This Generation of Music

Okay so when Nicki Minaj first became popular with "Moment for Life" and "Super Bass" I was totally into her music. I loved both of the music videos because they both of the videos contained a lot of fantasy and imagination- plus a TON of pink. (My favorite color.) But when Anaconda came out, basically all of the respect that I had for her turned into disappointment. She wasn't a total bad role model before this song and it's video were released. Sure she swore and talked about sex a little in her songs, but she didn't over-do it. In Anaconda, she really made a statement. In case you want to refer back to the video, I'll post it below so you don't have to open another tab. 

This video has made my faith in humanity go down a smidge. I get that this is the 21st century, but I'm still a conservative person and I don't want to see a well-known potential role model for young girls in a thong with her whole butt hanging out. What is this teaching the young girls? I'll show you what this video is teaching them. 

I hate how the "Anaconda" video as well as our 21st century pop culture is shaping our young people. Girls are twerking at ages in the single digits, and boys are turning girls into sex objects at a younger age. I doubt that the younger generations of girls even know that they have self-worth. I hate to think that young girls these days think that they just have to jiggle their butt to find the right guy to fall in love with. Jiggling your butt isn't going to do much for you in life besides get you pregnant by some loser guy. 

A WAY better role model for girls in this generation would be Sara Bareilles. She is always fully clothed and doesn't sing about butts. Young ladies should look up to her because she sings about relateable, usually happy things that will keep their minds and their priorities straight. One particular song titled "Brave" fits this blog  because it's about how people don't need to conform or listen to every little thing that society does or says. The video is very cute; it depicts people dancing by themselves in public places. I hope you watch it and it makes you happy.

P.S.- Please stop any young girls that you see twerking. Thanks!

Keywest/The UK and Scotland

So the summer of 2012 I went on an adventure to Ireland, Scotland, and England with a few people from my community. It was purely a luxury trip, with no big intentions. We did the usual touristy things such as: visit the Blarney castle & kiss the Blarney stone (which locals have been known to pee on), walk the streets of Edinburgh, take pictures of Big Ben, and ride the London Eye (a huge-ass ferris wheel). 

^ That is the Blarney Stone which I kissed. It was so freaking scary because I was so high up and the only thing between my head and the ground below was three iron bars. Anyhow, on to how this post has to do with music. While we were walking and visiting shops down the main streets of Dublin, we noticed many street performers. There was one performer on stilts and breathing fire, many dressed up like characters such as Scooby-Doo and a Leprechaun, but there was one that stood out the  most to me. It was the band Keywest. They played two songs for a huge crowd gathered around, and even though I've bought all of their songs on iTunes, I still cannot identify the ones they played that day.

After they were done with their set they encouraged the crowd to come up and talk to them and buy their album, or buy it on iTunes. I did the latter. I was in a yucky purple jacket. I was not looking well enough to talk to four handsome men! Anyhow, throughout the whole rest of the trip I would listen to their album on repeat. It would help me get to sleep while I was on the tour bus, the lyrics they write are so relateable and specific. A big part of my trip was listening to their album on repeat while looking out the window at the gorgeous British scenery which often looked like this:

I encourage you to look up Keywest, follow them on Instagram and Twitter because they are pretty handsome lads, and be sure to listen to their songs while paying attention to the lyrics.

Ed Seeran's Concert Part 2 of 2

Okay so I left off with my friend Kaitlin and I just getting down to the scene of the concert where we were going to be standing directly in front of the stage! People did get there before us so we were about five rows of people back from the stage. We took pictures of how close we were and put them on Facebook and Instagram with the captions "Look how fucking close we are!" Kaitlin and I had never even dreamed of being this close to our favorite singer/songwriter Ed Sheeran. The opening act Rudimental started at 7:30. They were an instrument-oriented band with many singers that took turns singing lead. They had this one singer who was so beautiful. She was skinny and had super red lipstick. Her hair was cut like Miley Cyrus' but unlike Miley, this girl did not hump anything on stage. I was immediately jealous of her because she got to tour with Ed Sheeran and he was probably very attracted to her. Oh well. She sang one song that I had heard every day when I worked at Aeropostale. It was on the CD that corporate sent the store to play. I've posted the lyric video.
After the opening act got done we only had to wait about ten minutes until Ed would be on. We didn't scream too loud when he appeared on stage. I was just in awe. I hadn't seen many pictures of him and to be honest, his appearance does not match his voice. But that night he had a rough ginger beard so he was looking pretty hot. His first song was "I'm a Mess." At about the middle of the song I was crying. My dreams had come true. I was finally listening to Ed Sheeran live. I was in the same exact room as him! Only about 30 feet away. The crowd around us was pretty mellow, so I looked out of place. I was singing every word to every song and dancing to the beat of Ed's guitar. My favorite song that he sang that night was "Runaway." That song is about him running away from home when he was sixteen because his dad was a drunk. It's a very powerful song and it's relate-able to many kids these days who grow up in broken homes.

That night was honestly the best night of my life so far. I got to just let go and let the music carry me away. I plan to see Ed more often. My dream is to move to the UK to live a minimalist life so hopefully if I get to live out that dream, I get to see Ed many times. The last song he sang was "Sing." It's a very popular song on the radio. Before the song he told us to never stop singing the tune: "Woah a-oh oh Woah oh oh oh Woah oh oh uh-oh." (That was super hard to try to type out so forgive me if I missed an "oh".) But this really got to me because he was telling us that no matter what happens to us in life we need to just keep singing because that really all you can do.

Annie Drama

I know that last week I promised to post about the rest of my experience at the Ed Sheeran concert, but that is an experience that I will remember forever and will post next week, and the one I'm posting this week is more of a "Current Events of the Lefler Household" post but it does have to deal with music. My brother, sister and I have all taken piano lessons as kids but my brother and I have both forgot, I'll learn again someday but this week's post isn't about me. It's about my little sister. She has stuck with playing the piano and even sings sometimes. I always tell her to stop singing when she does though because I really don't like loud noises up close; I know, I'm a mean sister. This week was a big week for my little sister, Gracie. She had auditions for this years fall community play, Annie. To be honest that musical freaks me out. The whole orphans thing is just too sad for me to think about. As I've mentioned in earlier posts, my father is a teacher at the high school; that is where the auditions were held. He watched her and all the other hopeful teenage girls get on the stage and sing their hearts out to "Little Girls" and "It's a Hard-Knock Life."

Gracie was hoping for the part of Ms. Hannigan, the orphanage keeper. My father said that she was so good during auditions that the girl who had to audition after her said "how am I supposed to follow that?" so my dad was super confident that Gracie would be given the part of Ms. Hannigan. It was an agonizing two days waiting for the results of the auditions. I think Mom, Dad and I were more anxious to find out than Gracie was, and when we finally found out the results we were all disappointed. The director had e-mailed everyone the whole cast list with all the parts and who they were going to be played by. Gracie did not get Ms. Hannigan. Instead the part was given to the girl who had gone on after her, the girl that asked how she was supposed to follow that. My father said that Gracie was way better than that girl, and she easily should've gotten the part. My mom ended up replying to the e-mail saying that our whole family was disappointed. Gracie didn't know my mom had done that, and when she found out she almost cried from embarrassment. It really was a hard-knock life for Gracie this week. I think my mother's heart was in the right place when she did this, but she still shouldn't have. The e-mail made it sound like she thought her daughter was the best and what-not, like a crazy parent yelling at their coach from the bleachers to put their kid in. I hope that just because Gracie didn't get the part she wanted she doesn't stop singing. She's really good at it. Maybe someday I could play piano for her and she could sing along.

Ed Sheeran's Concert Part 1 of 2

Ed Sheeran has been my favorite artist for a few years now, ever since I first acquired his + (plus) album in 2012. All of his songs are so deep, and have a meaning to him. A good example of this is his song "Afire Love." From the lyrics the listener can figure out that his grandfather suffered from dementia and died when Ed was six years old. It is a beautiful song with a nice melody that you can watch below.

Last night I was honored to pay $70 for general admission tickets to see Ed at the Palace of Auburn Hills. I had never gotten general admission tickets so I wasn't sure what to do. When I had purchased the tickets the map showed me that I was going to sit in ground floor section 2 which was behind the ground floor section in front of the stage. I was a little bummed that we weren't going to be super close, but I was still happy that we were pretty close. Then there was a whole fiasco about the tickets being credit-card entry and my card being stolen last week, so I had to call the box office to see how to get my tickets when I got to the concert because obviously I couldn't swipe my credit card. I had that straightened out Tuesday so last night we hopefully would be able to get into the concert smoothly. That wasn't the case. When my friend and I arrived around 5:00, (the concert started at 7:30) we thought we were early, but the line to get in was about 100 yards long. That means that I was going to have 100 yards of typical white girls between Ed Sheeran and I. Some of which had been waiting there since 9:00 this morning.

I had to go to the bathroom anyways so we went in a different entrance to see where I can print my tickets off and go potty. There was no potty in sight so I put it at the back of my mind and went up to a ticket booth. I asked the lady to print my tickets off to which she replied that they weren't printing tickets until 5:30, and we had to get in the long ass line until then. It took us five minuted to hike to the back of the line where we waited together for about ten minutes and then I left Kaitlin and went to go get in the line inside to print the tickets off. While I was in line for that I was talking to the girls around me about how the lady told me to wait in the long ass line to get in, and they told me that all the general admission people have to wait inside. That was news to me. I had to call Kaitlin to tell her to come inside because according to the friends I had just made, we needed wristbands. After Kaitlin and I reunited we got the tickets printed off and got in another line to receive wristbands. There were two colors of wristbands; orange and yellow. We got the orange ones. Then we had to get into another line to wait until the doors opened. When it was 6:00 they should've been starting to get people inside, but something was stopping the process. Apparently we were in three lines and then we had to be in two, and then we had to be in one. It was so confusing and crazy. After we finally pushed through the line to get our tickets scanned, we went to get into the actual event area. We walked down the steps to get to the floor and I saw the two sections, the ground floor 2 was for yellow wristbands and ground floor 1 was for orange wristbands, which we had. We got to be directly in front of the stage! It was a dream come true. 

Please enjoy this lovely music video featuring Ed Sheeran and a cat. Next week I will post about the concert itself.

High School/Night Visions

Whoever said that high school would be the best years of your life was a dirty liar. My high school was so cliquey -yes that is a word according to Google definitions- and I didn't fit into any of the cliques. I was alone 90% of the time in high school, and I was okay with that. I did have a few friends but they all played different sports so they hung out with their cross country or volleyball friends. Not being in a clique was my fault too. I didn't want to fit in and conform to their beliefs. Like the belief that you couldn't wear the same pair of jeans twice in one week, and the belief that Justin Bieber would be the ideal boyfriend.

I know only God can judge us, but seriously anyone who wants a boyfriend that says "Swaggie" on a regular basis needs to re-evaluate their priorities. Anyhow, I didn't start out being an outcast in high school. At first I was popular. When I walked into school on my birthday Freshmen year, the whole Freshmen hallway said "Happy Birthday Andee!" really loudly. Its pretty ironic, then I was chubby, had short frizzy hair, and braces filling my mouth and people liked me, but senior year when I wasn't chubby, had long gorgeous hair and perfect teeth, people didn't want anything to do with me. That's because sophomore year this boy started a rumor about me and it got around the whole school within two class periods. It was a very vulgar, explicit story that wasn't true. It is so bad that I'm not comfortable typing it. Thinking about it still makes my throat burn from holding back tears. I did the uncool thing and cried and talked to the counselor about it, and then my dad, who is a teacher in my old high school, talked to him. My reputation of being the perfect teacher's daughter was ruined. Everyone thought I was a slut and a "snitch" for telling on him. From then on I was a loner. I had few real friends, but many fake ones who just pretended to  like me but they really were just all making fun of me when I wasn't there. I was depressed. Whatever, who needs friends-I had music. Imagine Dragons specifically. Their Night Visions album was my go-to album whenever I started to get bummed about being a loner. 

The whole album just has this vibe of "keep your head up", which was obviously relevant to my situation in high school. It seemed to make me feel important and strong and made me realize that there are so many bigger problems in life. The album came out in 2012, and I just heard "Demons" play on the radio earlier this morning. That is the song that reminded me about this story, and inspired me to share it on my blog. When I prayed to God to help me get through high school, it is the song I would quote. "Your eyes, they shine so bright

I wanna save that light I can't escape this now Unless you show me how." This album helped me get through high school, so if you're having a tough time in high school or any situation, I highly recommend it. Please watch the video below!

Why is this blog about music?

My earliest memory of growing up would be my parents blaring 80's rock and roll albums like Poison and KISS throughout the house on Sunday afternoons. That's when dad would be mopping the floors and mom would be making dinner. The whole house would be mixed with the smells of Pine-Sol and roast beef and the sound of  "Talk Dirty to Me" playing from a stereo. I would have to say that Sunday afternoons were my favorite part of my childhood. I chose to talk about music in this blog because it has been around forever, and it isn't going anywhere; it is only changing, and it never stops. In this blog I plan to share my love for different genres of music, different artists, albums, and my favorite songs. I have a new favorite song just about every week, and right now I have a tiny/large obsession with Ed Sheeran. That's him below; the ginger with a ginger beard and an awesome color tattoo sleeve that includes a kitten. Anyways, back to why I chose this topic.

I enjoy deep music that has meaning- not the music about fuckin' bitches and gettin' money. Music can get you through any situation whether its heartbreak, suicidal thoughts, or the all too common parents being divorced. I think we all can agree that music is powerful. Music has gotten me through my own fair share of tough, troubling times; some of which I will address in future blogs. I've also chosen this blog because I think song lyrics should be used more in real life. Personally, I am not good at expressing how I feel romantically so I always just quote song lyrics to express my feelings. There is an album or song for every situation or emotion that human beings come across in life, so if you ever think that you're alone or that you're sure that you're feeling something so terrible that no one has ever experienced it before, trust me, there will be a song about it to help you through it, and if it doesn't help you through it, it will at least let you know that you aren't alone.

I felt alone through all of high school. I had been working at McDonald's every evening and weekend so I had no time to hang out with friends, so I lost all of my friends from school. This made me hate high school because no one would talk to me and everyone thought I was gross because I worked at McDonald's. Music really helped me through this part of my life. I'm so much happier in college because no one knows much about me or anyone else so it's easy to make friends. A cool thing that I'm finding out right now is that music connects people to each other. One of the first things I ask people is what type of music they listen to. I like almost all types of music so it is an easy conversation for me to have with people to get to know them. Music is truly powerful and I can't wait to post more blogs to talk about it.