Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
vocal tones in a structured and continuous manner. That’s what the dictionary says. But
it’s so much more complicated than that. Music will pull memories from the deep dark
recesses of your mind. Good ones, bad ones, happy, sad, sexy, and on and on. You can
relive some of you past through the emotions music brings forth. Poetry set to notes.
Stories, others have written, but somehow you find the simile that bonds you forever to
that song. It’s now YOUR song. Everybody’s life has a story, and not too many people
realize that their life also has a sound track. This is the Sound Track of My Life. . .
Music. One of the passions of my life. Always has been, all ways will be. I am the
“baby” of six kids, raised by our father and our deceased mothers sister, Aunt Peggy and
her husband Uncle Dick. I am married now, fast (like a freight train) approaching fifty.
My wife and I are the parents of one child, our son Harrison, who, at the time of this
writing is twelve.
In my childhood, music really was a big part of our family. No, no musicians, but
certainly singers. My dad, the master vocalist. Not a professional (although many people
that heard him sing said he could have been). No, he was a pharmacist who just really
loved to sing. His daughters, (my sisters) they were singers too. Us boys, three of us,
nope, no singing talent what so ever. Me: I love to sing. Unfortunately, my voice is not
that of my fathers. (but that doesn’t stop me)
So what brought this all about, this musical memoirs of mine? The ‘butterfly effect’ of
sorts. One too many of my music CD’s got scratched. A favorite, . . .right in my favorite
part of the song too! “SHIT!” I thought, “I am so damn sick of this….” Yet another ruined
CD. Oh sure, you can get one of those scratch taker offers things, but it’s a real pain in
the ass. “I oughta just start downloading my own music and keep it all digital on a stick. .
.or an MP3 player…” The more I mulled it over, the better I liked it.
Sharing this idea with my wife Debbie, we decided to get a membership on a legitimate
music download site, and well - the next thing you know we’re having a great time,
reliving old memories through the songs we grew up with. The search engine of our new
site is awesome; just type in a part of a song and hit enter. Cruise the hundreds of hits and
find what you’re looking for. Download it and move on to the next.
We’ve been at it pretty much non-stop for a little over a week. The songs I’ve heard, the
memories they brought back, oh man - very nice indeed!
So, this will be a journal of sorts. I‘ll try and keep them in order, the order at which they
came to be known to me…somewhat in order. The songs I treasure, and the story and
reason why. I wanted each song to have an accompanied MP3 file you could download.
Scribd unfortunately does not accept MP3’s. SO: You want the song, email me, I’ll send
you any or all. Read the story, email me and I’ll send you the file, then listen to the song.
. . Each song, a chapter in my life. . . The Sound Track To My Life.
Guitarnotes52@gmail.com
I’d like to start at the start. The song that I feel encompasses completely who I am, and
what I’ve become. My life story BEGINS with this song. You know him, you love him,
you can’t live without him. Lady’s and gentlemen, Jimmy Buffet singing “Harry’s Song”
also know as,
I have no idea who Sufi Hasrat Inayet is (or was) but he sure seemed to know what music
is!