Asking me to pick my favorite songs is like asking me to pick my favorite time of the day to breathe. I can’t do it.
I’m not a musician just a music lover.
I play no instruments and I don’t sing on stage. And I can’t read a note of music.
But I can hear. So I listen. And I move. Or snap my fingers. And I think and feel deeply. Especially to those singer/songwriters who weave music and words together so beautifully. Like Taylor Swift. You have to love Bad Blood. As a writer I am sometimes jealous of her amazing ability. Or like other amazing writers/singers like Darlene Zschech from Hillsong or Joel Houston from Hillsong United.
Sometimes the music is in the background but plays a vital role in what you’re seeing. Ken Burns’ The Civil War wouldn’t be the same without the Ashokan Farewell by Jay Ungar and Molly Mason.
Sometimes I sing along. Because I sound really good in the car! I can’t help but sing when Honey I’m Home by Shania Twain or Katy Perry’s Roar is on.
Then there are my favorite dance songs and running songs and cleaning the house songs and driving in the car to work songs.
And the worship music I love. By All Sons & Daughters or Crowder or Jesus Culture.
And the songs that make me remember and laugh, like Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper or one of my all time favorites, Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns and Roses. That one takes me back to my senior year in high school every time.
Or what about the songs that make me remember and cry. Mom’s cherished hymn, Beulah Land does that. So does one of Dad’s recent favorites Lord I Need You by Matt Maher.
And what about the ones I love just because, like Jackson by Johnny Cash and June Carter.
And there’s Rihanna’s We Found Love or Pink’s Try.
And Born Again by Third Day.
And Spirit In the Sky by Norman Greenbaum.
And the song that I will love that hasn’t even been released yet.
Oh and Christmas songs…………
In response to the Daily Prompt’s Always Something There to Remind Me