Sam Baldwin: Well, how long is your program? Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together… and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever known… I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like… magic.
Music is like this for me. Music is always magic. The first time I hear a song, the moment a tune hits my eardrum, even the familiar is magic every time.
I feel this way about good stories as well, music, books, and art make me disappear, if there is a god, music more than anything brings me closer to the heavens.
I am whole because of music, I am built and broken down by music, and rebuilt again. Every note of music that I love vibrates and creates my blood cells. There is no finer thing. There is no purer thing.
I was beyond lucky to grow up with musicians as parents. My father was a genius guitar player, my mother could play, but her main instrument was her voice. Blues was my father’s genre, and I’ve grown to love those twangy raw lyrics, the guitar that just talks.
I love most all music, I’m not a big fan of rap, except maybe old school Run DMC, Sugar Hill, and few others. I like metal, I like old punk rock..the political messages, the bare bones angst, the happiness in screaming, the connection to my heart beat and the bass. I love rock and roll, 1970’s full on jam sessions, Dream Weaver, the dance I feel in my soul when Lynyrd Skynyrd pounds out their exaltation to Alabama. I like old timey banjo tunes, I connect with music from the hills, music from the mountains, but also find myself floating over the deep roots of New York punk, CBGB, the woman who stood her ground to rock with the boys, and showed them a thing or two. I love the stories in an Iron Maiden song, the heartbreak in a love song, the sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll in a Poison song.
I cry when my hero’s die. I miss Bowie every day. Lemmy, Wendy O. WilliamsRandy Rhodes, Johnny Cash, Scott Weiland, Freddie Mercury, Cliff Burton. I know my world is less because I was born too late to see Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison. I can’t listen to a Prince song without curling into a phetal position. I could name hundreds that are gone that built who I am at my core. It’s inevitable, but goddamn it, you should be given some bonus years if you make music.
Music makes my life worth living, it is my escape, my lover, my affair, my best friend, my psychiatrist, my heart.
Today I am grieving for Tom Petty who’s songs fit anything I was going through. He reminded me to fly, to not back down, that sometimes relationships end, to fall down but get up again, and to dance. He was humble and a genius lyricist.
I thank the universe for the songs that fill my soul.