I've got the Music in me

Don't we all?!   Doesn't music cause you to time travel back. I selected the prompt  #90 Music, for Poets United this week.   I grew up listening to my Dad's favorites, Johnny Cash and Herb Albert n' The Tijuana Brass, then he moved on to Waylon and Willie and the boys. Mom was more hip, she loved Linda Ronstadt and the Eagles.  My Mom played the Eagles album, till I wanted to scream, talk about reverse psychology.

Dad threatened to blow up the radio station I listened to, lol. He did not like my racket. He was teasing me. Then we agreed on this song, Classical Gas.  I love so many different type of music, classical,(actually my Dad use to play this song on the guitar, more Spanish) Jazz, head banging mental, Rock, Indie, Folk, Soul, not so much a country fan, I do appreciate Opera, but it isn't my thing. I loved this song, can you guess why?  Yes, the drums  I wish my grandfather could have seen this performance...mind blowing Neil Peart! :D   This is my latest fav.(warning some off language). What kind of music is your favorite?   Hard isn't it, to narrow it down ;D

music by ~dante-mk

 My father played the guitar, his Mom n' sister the piano, and his Dad played the drums. My grandfather use to be a band leader. If he heard parade music on TV, he would get up and march in the living room.  He was a true drummer, always drumming out a tune. I wanted to play the drums, but my father discouraged it. No, my grandfather no longer had a drum kit, but he did teach me to pound out Papa,Mama on my knees.  Secretly, I still want a drum kit.  My brother did end up playing drums..so I had a few opportunities.  I would of loved to had lessons. He taught me a little bit, in between his lessons and playing every sport on the planet.  I know jazz beat and rock.  I play the guitar.  Some day I will get my drums, it might be an App on the IPAD 3. No, I don't have it yet, but it probably is my best bet.  I won't be disturbing the peace, like my Dad use to do with his guitar parties.

Music is a garment we choose to wear

sometimes a windswept cloak

its destination unknown

lingering

like twilight

it's movement sways

among

 shadows of the past

  and 

now

Sometimes it weaves threads 

of  warmth

and color in our heart's home

remaining in rooms of our childhood

 allowing

our

spirit to dance

I hope

you 

danced

Sometimes it is a net

cast out

catching treasured thoughts

of souls 

who 

parted 

too soon

Sometimes it is a painful

dark descent 

down

a hallway you

don't

 want to take

winds of change 

arrive

in your portal

 where

 chambered dreams

rule

the key is a doorway of

invisible magic

golden dust 

sprinkled with

riptides of longing

for faded youth

one minute

stitched well

a joy to wear

another

time

unraveled