I have discovered an untapped passion for music. It's always been there, I had not until being introduced to karaoke last summer--was I to have the opportunity to channel that passion.
Since then...I've become a Karaoke monster of sorts...My friends, Family and fellow co-workers have encouraged me to the point that I have an, "I can do," sense of self esteem that always before lacked.
At Christmas time, I recieved a CDG player wireless mics tons of music. Karaoke is how I spend most of my spare time. I love to express my thoughts, pain, joy, anguish, I love music as celebration, I cannot for the life of me imagine a world in which there was none. Did I mention my love and adoration for music?
I am wildly passionate about music and what it has represented to and for me, litterally, as a sanctuary of peace when at times there seemed to be no other. Music was the place that I could feel with no thought of what others might think. When I was much younger, I use to think that everyone felt pretty much the same as I when it came to music and how it made them feel. As I grew up, I came to realize that that just wasn't the case. Everyone doesn't feel as strongly as I do about music. I suppose if you don't care for any one particular art form, you just don't. But music.....How can anyone not be profoundly moved by the beauty of melody and song? One thing I know for sure, and there arn't many others, "I know that I am grateful to not be counted among those who don't see the beauty of music as I do." Paul R. I have lived a colorful life, some would say...An on again off again recovering addict alcoholic, Prison, success, failure, accomplishments, I have walked with scholars, and danced with thieves. I've fought for the underdogs and supported a handful of mores and ideas that not everyone would agree with. I'm 43, and have been blessed with a handful of friends with who I am eternaly grateful. I have my health, a roof, food for the nourishment of my body, a decent truck and a handful of dreams that may or may not come true. I'm not all that concerned whether or not my dreams come true, I'm just grateful to be able to recognize that I have had some, and whether any of them came true or not, wasn't the point. "The point was....That I had them, because some never even get to the place of recognizing that they have any: Ain't it grand?"
You know...Music got me to dreaming, who knows it ain't too late. I might get discovered or something..."Wouldn't that be something?"