What a weekend. I didn't go anywhere because I had family obligations. However, in my mind, there was lots of traveling. I revisited some music in my eclectic library. It was fun to wade through all those illega....I mean, perfectly legally, paid for downloads. I have stuff from bands, kids these days won't ever know to one hit wonders of yore. I mean is Tiffany, still alive? Pfft, who knows but I liked "All this Time". Hey remember when Brenda played her Piano in the dark or the other Brenda, still believed? Maybe she believed that Brenda could play her piano in the dark, I'm doubtful. Joe told me he wanted to know what turned me on and hey Boy George confessed to being a Chameleon. Who knew, back then, what that was code for?? Wait, we always knew, right?
Funny how this generation, maybe every one, believes they are the inventors of music. My son, in particular believes that no one loves music as much as he. It is his "thing". haha This just proves the power of music. How it can make you believe in anything...create an emotion, that becomes a reality in your mind, if only while the song plays. I wish the powers that be, recognized this more. Music, could be the tool that bridges us all. The thing that uncovers the secret to the 90% of our brains that is locked up. Hell, it could even be the cure for Cancer, if applied properly.
Yep, Brenda...I still believe.
