Preface with a disclaimer:
Everyone reading this has a relationship to music. I do not claim any special title nor do I condescendingly try to up one on the world. As a writer, I write for myself. It is a recent
experiment that I make my thoughts and words public.
I do not have a healthy relationship with my father, but who does? But this is not what this blog is about.
IT is about how I have learned more about American history from studying music,
or how I can only seem to retain random facts about one-hit wonders but never any useful financial knowledge...
How my first tattoos were replacement father figure, tributes to the men in my life, Elvis, Marley, Tom Petty, The Beatles, Frank Sinatra...
About the hidden agenda of the music industry in conjunction with those who control the radio play: songs that infect our society like viruses...
ABOUT songs that I grew up listening to but never held any meaning until a certain experience, such as heartbreak.
PERSONAL MANIFESTO
I grew up in Los Angeles, the daughter of a deejay (the type that pushes buttons and switches vinyls). The role the city takes on my musical influence is pertinent to my experience with LIVE music because EVERYONE tours LA and EVERY group of artists brings their BEST show, performance, energy. Thus, I am an LA woman, born year of the dragon, which is just an epic lizard (a tattoo I plan on getting for The Doors).
As a daughter of a deejay, I have learned to emcee, dance to all types of fads from 1980s to funk, to salsa, to dinner music, to cake-cutting music, to knowing how to transition, when to pause for the audience to sing lyrics...
As a regular attendee of wedding receptions and other events, I have come to hate such songs such as the YMCA, or Celebration, or even Journey.
Or the memory of my father being the first one on the block to have a dvd player and held numerous KARAOKE nights...
Or being the only one under 30 at a Styx concert, or the only Mexican kid at an EWF concert in Orange County Fair..
These experiences are endless, and that why i have created this blog...
experiment that I make my thoughts and words public.
I do not have a healthy relationship with my father, but who does? But this is not what this blog is about.
IT is about how I have learned more about American history from studying music,
or how I can only seem to retain random facts about one-hit wonders but never any useful financial knowledge...
How my first tattoos were replacement father figure, tributes to the men in my life, Elvis, Marley, Tom Petty, The Beatles, Frank Sinatra...
About the hidden agenda of the music industry in conjunction with those who control the radio play: songs that infect our society like viruses...
ABOUT songs that I grew up listening to but never held any meaning until a certain experience, such as heartbreak.
PERSONAL MANIFESTO
I grew up in Los Angeles, the daughter of a deejay (the type that pushes buttons and switches vinyls). The role the city takes on my musical influence is pertinent to my experience with LIVE music because EVERYONE tours LA and EVERY group of artists brings their BEST show, performance, energy. Thus, I am an LA woman, born year of the dragon, which is just an epic lizard (a tattoo I plan on getting for The Doors).
As a daughter of a deejay, I have learned to emcee, dance to all types of fads from 1980s to funk, to salsa, to dinner music, to cake-cutting music, to knowing how to transition, when to pause for the audience to sing lyrics...
As a regular attendee of wedding receptions and other events, I have come to hate such songs such as the YMCA, or Celebration, or even Journey.
Or the memory of my father being the first one on the block to have a dvd player and held numerous KARAOKE nights...
Or being the only one under 30 at a Styx concert, or the only Mexican kid at an EWF concert in Orange County Fair..
These experiences are endless, and that why i have created this blog...
It is time I record all the inspiring moments in my life when music had a hand in pushing me forward to create or just to keep
on breathing.
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