Music has been like best friend since being very young
Iv recently begun to use an ephemeris to look up the planets of some songs and films I enjoy, when I can find a release date
I find this fascinating research

i used music to figure out how to live.
psychological survival.

had a huge shock a couple of weeks ago and pulled out all my old sisters of mercy and guns and roses albums and kept thinking “maybe if she’d listened to this rather than all that lyric-less trance she would have figured things out different” :/

not that what-ifs make a difference. but it really brought home how much of the perspectives i used to pull me through tough times came from music i listened to.

Music was my escape as a child and to this day its how I unwind, get lost, think deep, exercise, get through a work day. I can’t imagine what my childhood would have been without it. It got me though break-up, death in the family. It’s been the close connection I have with my children and g-babies….A song can come on the radio and I immediately can tell you what was going on in my life at the time it was popular. I connect everything in my life to music. It’s been my best friend.

Sagittarian, I thought of you when I wrote this because you’re always doing those music posts.

@Elsa: Thank you!! I appreciate that!

Still love to dance. Although that was an acquired taste I didn’t develop until late teens. Probably the thought turned me off, since dancing, as a kid, meant doing the polka. I did not get the polka.

There’s a place that has outdoor music and a moon that reflects off the water. What could be better. I went to see a cover band there. I was on the dance floor with a bunch of other old ladies shakin my butt and sweatin up a storm while all the good lookin younger people dressed to the nines sat cool and collected at their tables. The dichotomy was striking.

Mainly I dance in my home now. Although the corn is high on both sides of the country road where I walk so no one can see me dancing there at sunset. Unless that annoying parachute plane guy flying around catches me.

I mainly listen to a radio station that has all kinds of music. So I hear a song and I think yes, that’s my song. Until the next song and then I think that’s my song.

I diverge. Please delete me if this is not appropriate.

Music has saved me. Specifically, the Grateful Dead’s music has saved me. The scene gave me for the first time in my life, a home where I felt that I had value–I certainly didn’t get that from my adoptive family. It offers me the promise of joy, in a challenging lifetime. A woman I once knew explained it as “spring tour was always something to look forward to–the promise of life after a long hard winter”, and I have to agree.
Even now, 17 years after Jerry’s death, the music continues. There is a huge resurgence of the scene here in the Bay Area, and since I no longer work nights and weekends, I am loving being able to be a part of it. As I keep saying to people–”look around you. See the people that are here? Well, hopefully, we are all going to grow old together, so we might as well start creating a community now.” (Chiron in Aquarius–been through my Chiron return)
And yes, Chelly–just last night I heard a killer rendition of Golden Road….

i think music defines me. there are certain themes that recur over and over again in most of the songs that have had the biggest impact on my life. (example “jump” by madonna)

on a related note, a friend of mine (who i should note suffers from high self-esteem) recently noted that i’m not a huge fan of empowerment songs like katy perry’s “part of me” or “express yourself”. i tend to gravitate more towards songs like “mr. know it all” by kelly clarkson. songs that express a “you don’t know me at all” view. we’ve concluded that’s it’s because of my self-esteem issues. i think this is what psychologists would call a breakthrough.

…..music has always been a fixture in my life. Started when I was a child taking tap and ballet, I love to dance still, my sisters formidable years were when music shaped your image on the outside(i.e. A-symetrical hair, army boots, lipstick & eyeliner for all) and so I heard bands like U2, The Cure, Sisters of Mercy a lot, so my music tastes were more mature, and then she went off to college and kept a long the lines of that genre but developed a little edgier taste, but my sister and I always like the same music and often go see live shows together. So it has influenced my bond with my big sister in a way that allows us to share time and enjoy an interest as well. I should mention our first concert we went to without parents was The GoGos!! (with parents first concert-Neil Diamond)

Music is in my blood. I have to hear it every day. I listen in my car mostly. Every stage of my life can be marked by music I was enthralled by either by inspiration or to help me through transitions in my life. I also have been in a punk/rock band as a lead singer. I don’t sing as much as I used to, but it is a huge healer for me when I do. My whole family is musical in some fashion. I grew up listening to the Jazz greats and then later came to love the Beatles and from there my life long love for music took off.

Some of my favs: The Beatles, Kate Bush, Bonnie Raitt, Neil Young, T. Rex, David Bowie, Nico (as well as The Velvet Underground) 60′s Soul, R&B, Delta Blues, 50′s hits (I guess the Oldies), and old Jazz (Duke Ellington, Fats Waller etc)and Swing.

I lived with someone who had Venus/Moon conjunct in Scorpio for years, and he played music from the time he open his eyes until he want to bed. Very rarely was there silence. I love music but I felt what seemed like his need to ‘fill the gap’ quite acutely.

After the relationship ended, the elaborate stereo system went with him and my house was quiet for a very long time.

I once had a nervous breakdown I swear was triggered from listening to a particular album–I started crying and couldn’t stop. For weeks. It was not therapeutic, and I became really unwell.

Sag mind got me thinking which when it comes to music forget my brain I’m all neptune about it. Escape. Escape. Escape. Don’t know why I can’t help but move about it.

I recently heard Chris Isaak broadcast of Wicked Games. Can’t dance to that. Low voice takes me to the depths and then that guitar just plays with me. My head starts swimming and I’m no where but I can’t stop listening.

But that Rollin In The Deep by Adele. That song grabs hold of my gut with that low voice and beat and then rips me wide open with that Awww Awwwwl. Cathartic. My strange idea of a good time or I should say good experience.