The other day on my drive home from work, I listened to six very random songs. For some reason, I really felt the need to play air guitar to every one of them. Since I was driving, I really couldn’t put full effort into the air guitar but that’s not the funny part. The funny part is, I’m rarely an air guitar person.
I haven’t played music on the guitar since I was eight years old. The last time I played real music on an instrument was in fifth grade, on the trumpet. “Tequila” was the song and as telling as that may have been about my future, it had nothing to do with my musical talent.
All of this makes my obsession with music over the past year seem even more a mystery. I’ve always loved listening to music. I had CD’s before a lot of people I knew. Thanks to my mom, I probably know every word to every classic rock song ever recorded. But I’ve never felt like this before. And my obsession is growing. I listen to everything and mostly, I love it. I listen to the lyrics first, then begin disecting the song- I hear every different instrument and every note means something. I belt out songs as if I have any place attempting to carry a tune. What is this?
Still, I can’t help but think that this is more meaningful than I know. I’m suspicious that music is making it’s way into my life in a way completely foreign to me. I really need to look into those piano lessons.
Here are the six songs that inspired air guitar that day:
(And yes, I’m completely aware that they aren’t all guitar-ish songs and that they are very diverse.)
Over and Over Again
Sultans of Swing
Thunder Road
Sweet Home Alabama
Magic Carpet Ride
Hit Me With Your Best Shot