with electric love

Music.

I've been in love with this phenomenal kind of art ever since i could remember. Dad played vinyls that ranged from Nat King Cole, Blondie, Elvis, Al Green, and to Mozart. Every Sunday evening, we'd watch a jazz and soul music show on network tv. I collected cassettes to record mixes from local radio stations. We not only listened to music but we also played music. Dad played the violin and my brother and I played the piano. One day, I will learn and play the violin.

I cannot even begin to describe how music means to me, how it inspires and motivates me, and how it's a vital part of my life... but Lauryn Hill explains it best in a verse from Angie Stone's track, Music ...

"Colors of sound
Scales and beauty
Audio scenery
Electric love and
Rhythmic symmetry
Written in memory
Beautifully crafted scenery
Complex or simplicity
Sonic energy
Piercing insensitivity
Sympathetic poetry
For some even identity
Collective entity
Something to belong to
A source of energy
The possibilities
Wave lengths and bandwith
Higher vibration
Energizing entire lands with
Something to stand with
Or stand for
Lovers to walk hand in hand with
Then plan for
Sanctuary chords
Harmony, melodies, even riffs can be
Disguised human essence
Sonically bottled ecstasy
Or melancholy
Agony blues angst
Exercising anxieties
Fueling entire societies
Making economies
Stimulating, generating
Inspiration synonymously
Entertaining, expression
Intangible, invisible but undeniable
Plays the language of excitement on survival
Some call it tribal
But perspective is everything
Connected to everything
Some say collectively
Everything"