Thank You for the Music

Last night, as my husband and I were driving home from babysitting our nephew, I was changing radio stations, trying to get away from yet another Miley Cyrus song (I feel like she is infecting this planet). I landed by chance on CBC Radio 2 which was playing the program Tonic, a Jazz program (because jazz makes you cooler, right?). My husband complained that the music was putting him to sleep, but I felt the opposite. My soul felt alive. The trumpets. The saxophone. The bass line. I love it. I then began to tell my husband about how much I love having diverse taste in music.

When I was younger, around thirteen or fourteen, music was truly my lifeline. I got through many a heartbreak (because being a fourteen girl means you get your heart broken daily) from the acoustic guitar of Dashboard Confessional. I loved anything with a pop-punk kind flair, and even tried a screamo phase, which didn’t last very long. Besides my eternal love for The Beatles, my circle of  musical interest did not extend far.

But in later years with some exposure to different genres, I came to appreciate music for being music. I love that tonight as I was cleaning I had a varied playlist that ranged from The Beach Boys to The Shins to Lady Antebellum to songs from my favourite musicals like West Side Story and Funny Face.

Music is still my very much lifeline. Even though my life isn’t as tragic as I thought it was when I was fourteen, it still gives me breath when I feel breathless. Music adds joy to my best days and gives me comfort on my worst.  As ABBA sings, “without a song or a dance, what are we?”. I find immense truth in that. Music inspires me, motivates me, and gives me a home, no matter where I am.

The Beatles

I was twelve years old when I discovered a very sad truth — there are people out there who have never heard of or listened to The Beatles. It was a sad day for me. I was sad for them. Didn’t everyone’s parents listen to The Beatles? Apparently not.
When I was in grade 7, the greatest hits compilation, 1, had come out a couple of years earlier, and my Humanities teacher played it in the background while we worked. I was at home with those songs. But, I found out from many of the other students (not just those who came from immigrant families) that it was not mandatory for parents to pass down a love of John, Paul, George and Ringo to their children. I think it should be.
This morning as I listened to “Hey Jude” (one of my all time favourites), I was reminded how lucky I am to have been given such a great foundation for my taste in music. Thank you, dad.
I promise the next generation will know the songs of The Beatles — the originals, not the ones from Glee.


{photo by Harry Benson}

Hello, September!

August is gone, and September is here. It is strange to think that we are 3/4 of the way through 2013. And yet, here we are. I have always loved the fall and all that it brings. It’s a new beginning of sorts, a time to start over. I have always loved the freshness of the autumn season. Though the month of September always brings with it new schedules, with a new school year, or getting back to a normal pace at work, to me it has always seemed calm, like things getting back to normal.
This September also marks a new chapter in my life. For the past twenty years, I have started a new school year every September, but this year I decided to take some time off and will just be working. It’s weird not buying school supplies, or memorizing a syllabus, or buying crazy-expensive textbooks. I’m sad and excited all at once.

Speaking of the newness of fall, I was reminded of a quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

fallIsn’t that exactly how it is? I could not have said it any better.


Did you watch Bunheads this last year? I did, and loved it. I was so sad to hear that it was cancelled. But, last night, I came across something that soothed my broken heart a little. Some of the cast of the show got together for one last dance. It’s beautiful. And much like watching any other dance performance, it makes me wish I could do that.

Happy Ears

All week, I have had two songs playing on over and over on my iPhone, and in my head too. I thought I would share these lovely songs today, hoping to make your ears as happy as mine are. Enjoy!

What songs are you loving this week?


Although it’s sad that summer is coming to a close, I am okay with it only for one reason — it means that fall is coming. With fall comes a new beginning, just like any other season, but fall is different. For most people, fall means a new school year, notebooks, pens, warm soup, and most importantly, sweaters. I love sweaters. I love the feeling of pulling on a warm sweater on a brisk fall morning, pulling it down over my hands and letting it hug me. Sweaters are basically a fabric hug, and I love it.

I thought today I would share with you some of the sweaters I have my eye on this week.


Heart Pattern Sweater, Forever21


Graphic Crew-Neck (Owl), Old Navy


Ribbon Ruled Sweater, Anthropologie 

What’s your favourite thing about fall? Have you started shopping for your fall wardrobe yet?