Let Me Introduce to You..The Act You've Known For All These Years...

Why am I posting a blog anyway? Until yesterday, the idea of me posting a blog was akin to the idea of me smoking a salmon. As in, actually rolling a salmon in rolling papers and lighting that mother up. This whole blog thing has actually started because of my continuous posting of music on Facebook to the delight of some and annoyance of others.

Before I become a “blogger” or a “bloggie” or a “bloggoddess”, you should know a few things. I do have a real, full time job. I am a professional dyslexic and therefore, I spell things as I hear them. Feel free to correct my spelling at your own abode. The most important thing, though, is that besides my kid- I have one who is almost 10- I love music more than anything in this world. My life would only be better on a near constant basis, if I was followed through my every day routine with a never ending soundtrack.

But, you didn’t come here to hear about me. I’m really not exactly sure why you came, but one can guess it was for the music. So, without further ado…here she goes…..

I don’t actually remember a time when music wasn’t in my life. My mother was unable to drive anywhere without the radio on when I was a tot. First song I remember hearing and recalling? Easy….The Associations song, “Windy”, followed closely by “Winchester Cathedral”, then Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. I am sure these were all of WQXI radio..in Atlanta- the setting for most of my life. At home, there were Beatle albums, early Streisand, lots of Henry Mancini and romantic instrumentals, a bit of Petula Clark, some Harry Belafonte, and soundtrack, soundtrack, soundtracks. The hi-fi played a lot in those days and I was known for stealing my mother’s cha-cha heels and doing a mean Frug in the living room. It was the mid-60’s, my parents were too old to be hippies, too young to be middle aged and little did they know, but they were raising a musical sponge.

What none of us knew at the time though, was that I came by my love of music honestly. It was part of my DNA, but having been adopted at birth, my parents didn’t know much about my DNA. That “wasn’t done” in those days. It would take me years to find out about the genetic component to my love of melody, harmony and irony. We’ll get to that some other time.

Since those halcyon days of childhood, I have had the chance to “suck up” music across the spectrum, regardless of genre, gender bending, thumping bass, nationality, playing ability, or couture. My goal here is to share the music, the history, the times with people…and mayhaps, someone out there might even read this, thus putting my frustrated writing talents to better use than simply calling myself, modestly, “the best unknown writer of the 21^st century in my own mind”.