Music has been in my blood before I was born. From my Grandmother and Grandfather and their love of music to my mom and her siblings growing up with James Brown, Chubby Checker, Stevie Wonder, Diana Ross, the Jackson 5 and all of Motown. My mom’s love started early in her childhood and of course was passed down to me while in the womb.
I remember being about two years old and my mom had milk crates full with vinyl records. On weekends my family would get together and all you could hear was the sound of music and laughter. Music brought us together and got us through the tough times.
As I got older and started to have my own appreciation, it was my mom who made that appreciation stick with me. On a saturday morning, I would wake to the muffled sound of music. I would open my bedroom door and it would get a little louder and then I would open the hallway door to the full blast of Parliament playing “Flash Light”. My mom would be dancing around the room with a hair brush and to me she was the lead singer on stage. She would pull me into her routine and there on any given Saturday morning, you would find me and mom dancing to everything from the Jacksons, Funkadelic’s, even EPMD “You Got’s to Chill.”
Music became my solace during good and bad times. I could play a song over and over again, not to get the words but simply because of the feeling that it gave me deep inside. When I fell in love for the first time, Guys “Piece of my love” was the jam and I just knew that I had everything figured out about love (boy, was I wrong). My freshman year in high school, it was DJ Quik’s “Tonight” the song of the year and to this day, anytime that song comes on it reminds of my first homecoming dance. When I was old enough to truly know what love was, 112 “Cupid” was on repeat all the time. It’s funny how a song can take you right back to where you were so many years ago.
It’s sad because I lost that Magic of Music for a while. During my marriage, music was the foundation of our relationship, not only did we both play instruments and meet in the band but our love for music was deep. Everything from Musiq Soulchild, Jill Scott, Stevie Wonder, Tu Pac, Bob Marley, you name, we were listening to it. Our wedding gift to our guests was a CD with all the songs that we loved over the years. It wasn’t until recently that I realized that my separation from my marriage also separated me from my love of music. Where did it go? How did I allow this to happen?
Music used to get me through the tough times but now it only reminded me of the difficult times that I was going through. I needed to heal and get back to creating memories with the soundtrack of life. I was so out of the loop and I had to find my favorite artists all over again, but slowly the music started to heal. It no longer hurt to hear a love song, a rap song made me want to move, funk made me want to grab my roller skates and hit a roller rink. Slowly, the Magic of Music was returning.
Today, on any given Saturday morning you can find me dancing around my apartment singing into a hair brush. The magic of music is healing. When I close my eyes and sing out loud, I can see my mom and I dancing around and it gives me an overwhelming joy.
Finding Dig It Vinyl in Los Angeles was perfection because it allowed me to really tap into the Magic of Music. There is no feeling like having a chance to flip through crates and crates of vinyl when you love music. It’s a purity to the music that can’t be matched. Touching an album makes you feel as though you are a part of the process of the music. It has healing properties and a song can heal what els you.
Dig It Vinyl is a place for everyone that loves music but if you are a purist and the sound of the needle touching the vinyl gives you life, then you can’t miss an opportunity to flip through these crates. As soon as you touch your first vinyl, you’ll feel the magic in music.
What is your favorite all time song that takes you back?