When Did I Fall Off the Music Train?
I've come to an important realization. I am utterly clueless about music these days. I am the only person I know who does not own an Ipod. Nor do I particularly want one. I have a little MP3 player that I keep in my purse but I don't think I've actually used it in months. I rarely listen to the radio in my car or the one on my desk (although that's mainly because I get lousy reception in our building). Instead, I have about a dozen CD's burned onto my computer and I listen to the same ones over and over. I don't even own a decent stereo in my house - never had really. It always seemed like a big waste of money to me. Isn't that pathetic? Most of the time, I listen to audio books rather than music and I would take an Amazon Kindle over an Ipod every day of the week!
I can only name a dozen or so popular artists from the last decade and I can't tell you the names or the words to any of their songs. It's hilarious to watch the Grammy's or some other show like that because I spend half the time asking my husband or my son - who the heck is that? What about that one? Is that the one who did the song from that movie? Drives them crazy!
Do you know what is funny about that? When I was in school, I was a bona fide MUSIC MAJOR. Yes, I wanted to make music my life's work. I sang in choirs and danced in performing groups for my whole time in school clear into college. I acted in plays and I played 5 different instruments, none of them very well, but I could put a decent tune together on them. Like any teenager, I listened to the radio nearly all the time - KHJ Radio with Charlie Tuna and Casey Kasem and the Top 40. I remember quite clearly being on stage performing in a school talent show in the 2nd grade and I could hardly wait until the 5th grade because that's when they let you join the band and be in the school choir. Literally the biggest, most devastating disappointment of my entire life was when I didn't get into the top music group in High School. I don't think I ever wanted anything in my life so badly before or since.
And I took classes - all the classes I could get my hands on. Jazz, tap, ballet, classes in song writing, conducting, music theory, voice lessons, instrument practice, every performing arts class I could think of. Someone asked me once what I would do if I had a million dollars. I said I would spend it all on classes - music classes, voice lessons, acting lessons, dance classes. I was completely obsessed with music until I was about 20 years old. Then I just stopped.
Why? I have no clue. I don't remember anyone ever saying anything to me or anything really dramatic happening, but one day I just decided I wasn't any good at it. Any of it - singing, acting, dancing, instruments, just none of it. And I was done. The next semester, I transferred to the computer science program and I never looked back. Good thing really, because I've made a heck of a lot better living dinking around on computers than I ever would have made as a music teacher, or a choir director or even a professional performer, probably.
But it's just funny how your life makes such an abrupt right turn after 20 years or so of going in one direction. I wonder how different my life would have been if I'd kept on going straight? 








































