Thursday, January 19, 2012

Music and First Impressions

I know it's been ages since I've posted, but tonight I've been thinking about something that is too long for facebook. Shocking, I know, that facebook may not always be the best way to communicate every thought.

Anyhow, my cats have always like boys better than girls. Except for Fuzzy during the day, but that's just cuz she's crazy and is terrified of everyone other than me when the sun is up. Vampire cat. *ahem* Because they like boys, especially ones they know, it's pretty common that when I come home from work, or the two of us are watching tv (at the moment it's Ottawa vs. San Jose and we're LOSING!!!! AAAAGGGHHH!!!!) or whenever, at least one of the cats will be curled up in Joe's lap. And every single time, it reminds me of that line from the George Strait song- "She thinks I'm perfect and that I love her cat, but you know me better than that!" Now, I know that Joe really does like animals, and that he (mostly) really does like my cats, but I'm always a little curious. Does he REALLY like them? Or is he only pretending? Dammit! George Strait has poisoned me!

But then that reminds me of something else. I dont know if everyone has a moment like this, but I distinctly remember the first time I actually listened to music. I mean, sure, there was always music in the background at the store, or on tv shows, and of course we'd all sing at church, but I never really paid attention to the fact that it was music. It was different from other forms of communication, and the melody and the mood and the instruments could convey as much meaning as the words themselves. That song, sitting in my parent's car, driving away from the music store, was Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks. I'm not going to make any sort of hypothesis as to how that has affected me or my tastes in music, but I remember how dramatic it was and how it felt like desperation, even though at the time I didn't even know what the word desperation meant.

And I almost hate to wrap up this way, which no real closing statement (my various English teachers would be so mad), but sometimes blogs dont have a point. Anticlimactic, I know. I was just thinking about music, and the music of my childhood, and felt a desire to share it. Feel free to share your early memories. Or don't. That's totally ok too. :)