Music, sweet music

My last post was dripping with negativity and a bad attitude. I feel weird keeping that up there and for using this blog as a way to let off steam. I guess it transformed into my journal for the day. But I should have never said those negative things about my professor and the class. I am very grateful for my education and that I even have the opportunity to go to classes. Most people don't.
I'm sorry.
SO! Let's have something a little more happy shall we?
MUSIC
I got the Mormon Tabernacle Choir CD "Love at Home" for Christmas and I think I have listened to it every day for two weeks now. It is beautiful. I love the peace it brings into my apartment and can not wait until I can play it in my future home.
I also love classical music. I have two gorgeous classical CD's I inherited from my Aunt Berda when she passed away a year and a half ago and always listen to those after "love at home".
I am so grateful that music has the ability to calm and invite the spirit. I have never been one who's been up on the latest bands, or even listen's to the popular radio stations. I've only been to two concerts in my life, N'SYNC (anna, remember the dancing water?) and The Fray (I was on a date and knew like two of their songs--*awkward*). I listen to Mr. Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Nat King Cole and the like. Michael Buble is like the most modern music I listen to. The most rock n' roll I get is with music my dad listened to growing up. I remember being really really little listening to "separate ways" by Journey and deciding that it was my favorite song ever. It secretly still is. I love belting that baby out. Michael Jackson also stole my heart with his music.
Here's my point, and you may disagree. A lot of music right now, on the radio is hard to classify as music. It's hard to listen to and hard to sit down and enjoy. There's great stuff when you want to go running, music when you want to get pumped up and even stuff for dancing/warming up for dance classes. That's how I'm exposed to modern music-when I'm warming up for PAC.
Is my hair still brown or do i see flecks of gray? I remember going and visiting my cousin Rosie. I not only looked up to her for having a billion hamsters, the coolest sketch books, or the best paper dolls (Adele? was that her name?). I loved her stacks of CD's and when she strummed on the guitar. I remember asking for a guitar that year for Christmas because I wanted to play "kiss me" just like she did. I got the guitar-just three years too late :) But she could sing like no one else and I loved sitting and just listening to her beautiful voice.
Music is powerful and can motivate a person to do a lot of things. Those things can either be bad or good...so be careful of what you're listening to.

And on goes my MoTab....