I love music. It moves me. I do everything to music - everything I can. And no real music is off limits...well, except ganster rap and death metal. Not music. End of story.
I even wake up with a song in my head every morning. And depending on my mood, or the mood I was in the night before, the song changes. It doesn't even need to be a song I've heard any time in the recent past. Take this morning for example, I woke up at 5 am (not okay with that, just in case you're wondering) with "Sail Away" by the Oak Ridge Boys. Oh, yeah...that's right. No Lady Gaga, Foster the People, Aerosmith, or Trace Adkins for me. Nope...got stuck with some backwoods group that was hot in the 70's and 80's. Lovely.
And no changing the channels either. For whatever reason, I'm stuck with what I tune in to first thing. But, I have noticed that it seems to set my day. If I am listening to a sad song on my mental stereo, I will be a bit melancholy; if however, I have been rockin' a snappy number I'm more likely to have a groovy kind of day. So...this morning's happy tune got me going (and soon the day just sailed away! Maybe tomorrow my music selection will move in to the hip tunes of Sir Mix Alot, Al B Sure, or Garth Brooks from those fascinating 90's.
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