Born on a chilly December day, nestled in her mothers arms on the way home in her father’s two-door truck. Her mother cooed at her, and the father’s smile never faltered as he welcomed his second daughter into the world. Why is this important? Well while he is trying to focus on getting the new addition to the family safely home, focus on the tune blaring from the radio. Yup. That’s the New Kid in Town playing.
Fast forward to 5 years and this little girl gets excited about only 3 artist: Eagles, The Steve Miller Band, and Selena; she runs through batteries for her yellow Walkman like a little child does chewy Flintstones vitamins. Everything else is noise. Two years later she mastered the head banging to the more angst-ridden music and can do the cumbia like her mother and grandmother did before her.
In the midst of her musical education by her father she wanders away for a while and swept up in the pop charts. However, no matter how catchy Britney Spears, the Spice Girls, or the Backstreet Boys are she still prefers singing, “I went from Phoenix, Arizona all the way to Tacoma…”
Oh the awkward preteen years! No worries while she carries her daddy’s music close to heart she branches on her own and find’s that Ocean Avenue, Fall, and Just like You are her anthems of her Junior High Years. Over the years her playlist gets heavier, and admits to no one that the billboard 100 is her guilty pleasure.
Just shy of her 18th birthday she discovers that concerts are her little piece of heaven despite the soreness and bruises the next morning. All she cares is that she’s living. Singing her heart out, feeling the rhythm of the bass and drum course through her and become in sync with her internal heart beat. Thrashing and jumping along with the melody of the guitar. Give her more, more.
The girl who’s too stubborn to admit her fragility finds solace in between two earphones, preferably baby blue or hot pink, needs a steady import of music.
…And that’s where you find me, trying to explain the daily journey through my music and the musings that stem from it.