The sounds of my grandaddy whistling Jackie Gleason play in my head, the tune I listened to after my sister passed away is forever in my heart and the last song played at my wedding reminds me to dance. Music, it’s been there for me in those special times.
It’s important for anyone to have a special room in their house, a room that’s been catered to their needs (emotionally). My husband claims the garage, when you can’t find him… look for the guy with a glass of whiskey and a cigar, admiring his toys. As for me, I lose myself in sweet melodies.
The record room was my personal project, I created a calming ambience that allows me to sink into a glass of wine and surrender myself to The Beatles, Alabama & Phil Collins. When I need a moment to shut out the world, i recline here. The doors shut, the cell phone is tucked away and I pretend its 1970.
Hunting for records is part of the fun. The artwork, the wear and tear and the “wow” factor you feel when you’re touching the 1940 Glenn Miller record. My collection consists of music from the 40s – 70s with a few modern day pieces (the ones I can find). What I love about the earlier music is its honesty. Artists wrote about their feelings, the harshness of the world and that one love who touched their soul. I can relate to them, I can close my eyes and see where they were… their transparency is beautiful and auth
I invite my companions to join me in friendship and chatter here, I also encourage you to create your own magical room. Whether it’s for scrapbooking, dancing, reading, singing or listening; develop it and adore it! And for those who are interested in my musical taste, below are some of my favorite memories and the songs that marry them.
My Sister, Brooke: Chapel of Love
My Wedding: Save The Last Dance
My Mother: Please Mr. Postman
My Son: I’ll Be Loving You
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