When I was growing up, I remember being surrounded by music. Good music. Every morning before school, this song was wafting through the halls of our house.
While we cleaned on the weekends, my mother would play this or this or this. That’s where my love of music began. I love music in a way that lets me know I should be doing SOMETHING in the music industry at some point in my life. That is, before the music turned to crap. Bruno Mars, Elle Varner, Miguel and a few others give me hope where new artists are concerned.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my love affair with music. I have been thinking about how I grew up being exposed to and loving good music. In some way, I want to pass that on to my babies. The thing is the music of today for the most part is just not something I’d listen to around my kids. I was even thinking about music I used to listen to during my college years – no bueno. At some point music took that left turn from being subtle to just letting it all hang out. That’s alright when you’re of age but not for the little ears in my house. It leaves me wondering how I’ll share my love of music with my babies.
When I really think about it, there are some good artists out there. I guess I’m just annoyed with how much crap is out there too. I don’t want my kids growing up thinking this is REAL music.
Is there something, like music, your parents shared with you that you share with your children?