You are what you hear

The other day, a friend of mine was thumbing through my CD collection. After a few minutes she announced that I had a rather ecclectic taste in music. I, ofcourse, never realized the range of music I listened to or how dramatically different each CD was as compared to the other. But upon further reflection, a thought popped into my head:

What if we were judged solely by our CD collection?What if our entire existence, our very beings were simply summed up by a song, an album, an artist- what we listened to?

Ofcourse, this would be rather odd- I can just see the obituary now.         

She was survived by: Jack Johnson, Coldplay, The Killers, etc.                  

But can you imagine if you looked into a strangers music collection, what you would instantly think of them? How you would describe them?  As odd as it sounds, music is like a diary of the soul. It expresses very real emotions, ideas, and beliefs in a much more poetic way than we can. It really is a testament to a life.

The strange thing is, though we are all different, we can connect musically somehow. I'm sure there's been a time when we've all looked through someone's music collection and found a common bond, a shared delight. Perhaps you've found a similar favorite band, or song that changed your life, or an artist you would never admit to owning but when the doors are closed and no one's watching you secretly love to DEATH.

As strange as it sounds, we are all connected musically in some way. And while I refuse to let one artist be the theme to my life, I believe that music as a whole really does define my life.