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So, throughout my life, I find things hard to remember and forgetful. I sometimes forget to do household chores, start a task at work that was asked of me, and, of course, the worst one yet, forget people’s names. I get introduced to somebody, and I forget a minute of the introduction. 

Who knows why I am like this, but at times, it can be frustrating as shit, to say the least. I don't do it on purpose I am not day dreaming about other shit, I am actually paying attention at the time. It is just an everyday thing that, for some reason, has always been there. 

As a kid, when this happened, I would get some ass beatings because something wasn't done or was left or some stupid crap like that. You would think that maybe it was an indicator of something wrong or not. 

But hey, that is nothing for nothing but in the past, and I wonder, of course, a bit. 

I can tell you something that I always remember, Music. New, old, older, newest, doesn't matter. I listen to music and if it is something I like I remember it. I remember it clearly and unaltered in my mind like it's being played in real time. 

As a kid and even today, music is used to escape the world at large, to pretend all is well, and to dream of Adam making music videos of the songs I am listening to at the moment. I also have varied tastes and likes, from EPMD to Queens of the Stone Age to Hall & Oats to Bach. 

At times I go out to drive just to listen to music as loud as I can in my car and sing at the top of my lungs with a passion of a brazillion suns. I haven't a clue if I sound halfway decent OT like total crap. I have sung songs at our annual Fire Dept. Christmas party and was told I sing well, I have also been told to keep my day job lol. All I know is that some songs I can rock the shit out of, and of course, some I can't hit those notes. Like Sting and Sammy Hagar, I love the Police and Van Halen, but with some of those songs and the highness of how they sing, I can't touch them. I sound like a teen going through puberty, lol. 

Still, it doesn't stop me; I go to town and enjoy every bit of it because I can. I do it at work every once in a while, at home here and there, and in my car with passengers. I don't care if I am on or off; I am at peace in my soul and without care at that precise moment in time. 

For me, as I mentioned before, music takes me away to beautiful places in my mind. I hear artists from the past who have passed away, and I get sad, but only for a moment, as they left a gift and some a legacy behind for me to enjoy. Of course, for the work to enjoy as well, but this is my moment, and at that moment, the world stops, and I say my thanks to people like Ritchie Valens, Bob Marley, Bradley James Nowel, Freddie Mercury, and even Michael Jackson. Yes, Michael Jackson because back in the day, it meant something, and I can still listen to Queen and get shivers listening to Freddy Mercury to sing with all his heart; I still love watching Highlander and Flash Gordon because of the music. 

I remember because I truly love music. No matter what else I forget, I somehow remember the music, and I hope I never forget it or lose the ability not to hear it. Even though I remember so many details of it, I still love to hear it over and over again. 



I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights, and you have yours.  But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, and love belong to all of us, in all times and in all places.  Music is the only means by which we feel these emotions in their universality.  ~H.A. Overstreet

Music gathers my deep, hidden happiness and sets it free to shine, glow, and replenish my drive in life. 


eelhead 

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