A little girl asked me, “Is this a music house?” We don’t have a television in our living room. We listen to music. Matt was a hip-hop guy and soul and rhythm & blues with a little bit from random genres thrown in here and there. My preferences are a little more all over the place. Our common ground was whatever song told a good story.
I have music playing all day long. I pause it for homework and then turn it right back on to start dinner. Kitchen dance sessions were a common occurrence. Matt was never much of a dancer, but he has a booty shake that we all mimic. The boys think it’s hilarious.
After dinner the music often switched to whatever Matt was going to play while he did his evening routines. Often times it was the same playlist. That set was filled with music outside of what he regularly listened to and all the songs told a story.
Music initiated a lot of our conversations about life, love, and death. I knew what song to have at his funeral because we actually discussed that before. It wouldn’t feel right to create a site that gives a glimpse into our story without referencing music.
You can learn a lot about a person when you listen. Listen to their words. Listen to their actions. Listen to their silence. And listen to their music.
All posts that reference music will be filed into the “Melodies” category.