...but music is my life. I can attach every milestone even in my life to a song. There are even memories that I never knew were floating around in my conscience until it was called forth by melody and/or beat. The music scene during 1980s Chicago couple with living in a house full of what are commonly called "old-heads," planted the seeds that were to become my eclectic musical tastes. I wouldn't go so far as to say I like all kinds of music or even artists. I will say that I like a lot different songs that span a lot of different genres. Primarily, my number one preference is Hip-Hop. Not that shit heard on the radio or seen on BET; I'm talking about for real, songs-of-substance Hip-Hop. Of course, I can't leave out Chicago House Music. From there, I get into that classic Motown/Philadelphia soul. Throw in some 80s and early 90s R&B and that rounds out my top tier of listening pleasures. Most everything else is a mish-mash of songs, artists, and other genres I just kind of fell into.
I like classic rock but not enough to claim fandom. I haven't ventured much outside of Hendrix, The Doors, Zeppelin, and the like. I dig Southern Rock: The Allman Brothers, Skynyrd, CCR. But to be honest, I don't know any of them like I know my Hip-Hop. Then there are the random songs that I like in and of themselves. I don't much about the artists or their stylings, but I dig their tune. They'll pop up on my iPod and if you're around you'd be impress; don't be too impressed, though. Bottom line, however, is the music has been integral to every moment of my conscious being. Of all the senses we've been given, I hold fast to hearing the most. As long as I can hear my music, I can still feel alive.
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