Sway Your Hair & Twirl

Since I am on the topic of art, I need to digress into one of my absolute favorite art forms: Music. Every since I was little and Reading Rainbow guitar sessions entered my world, I was hooked. I have to give a lot of credit to my Dad who loved his records more than anything - some dads have their lawn, some have their golf, mine had records and "Parkersonic" mixtapes. Saturday afternoons, especially during the frigid Massachusetts winters, he would put on his old records and my brother and I would dance around - but absolutely NO jumping (causing the record to skip). Even then I was a little trouble maker and would attempt a quiet jump without getting caught, stealing a glance at the record player, tempting it to try and skip.

As I got older and really began to have my own taste in music that, let's be honest, Top 40 hits became my world (I love you Brit Brit!!) but I also kept my ears in my dad's music world that contained gems such as Morcheeba and the Fun Loving Criminals (if you have never heard of them, GROOVESHARK and enjoy). There is nothing like a great song, the kind that sings to your soul and lifts your spirits - a kind of high that only a song can produce. Recently I have been hooked to "Skeleton Key" by Margot and the Nuclear So-and-So's (what a name) and really anything by Portugal.The Man. I finally saw Portugal in concert a few weeks ago at Webster hall and let me just say, it was soulful and euphoric; I fell in love. Again.

And then there was Governor's Ball. An island right off the tip of Manhattan, a 7 minute ferry ride away, Governor's Island is a bit of a ghost town. Still not sure what actually goes on out there....but on June 18, all the Brooklyn Hipsters and City Yuppies made their way in troves, drunk, stumbling, high, and rolling to engage in most of the most basic human activities: listening to music. It was beautiful. Honestly, out of all the negativity, depression, failings, and slumps going on in the world right now, it was absolutely heavenly to be there, sharing the experience. I won't get all hippy-dippy on you, but next time you're feeling blue, go see a concert. Let the music move you. And be free.