If music died, the world would die with it...

A song that reminds me of someone I love is Bohemian Rhapsody, because Dane and I always freak out when it comes on in his car and sing along very dramatically. There are a lot of songs like this; although I enjoy singing, he does not, so whenever I start singing he will join in with a ridiculous voice and I can't help but follow along. His silliness is contagious, and it is expressed through music, my favorite thing in the world.
When I am in the car with someone, it is anything but easy to agree on a radio station. My mom likes country, my brother likes pop, my boyfriend likes rap, and I like classic rock, smooth jazz, and musical theatre of course. So no one is ever really happy with the music playing, it is a difficult task to meet in the middle with such opposing genres. Sometimes, if I cannot stand a song that is playing and the person refuses to change it...I will be my little passive self and start singing another song, louder and louder to compete with the radio. When I work out is when I get to listen to what I love: rock. Rock music helps me get pumped up and excited, so it is the perfect way to have some time to myself and kick it into gear.
When I was growing up, the hard core rap was in its first stages of popularity, and some of my friends parents would forbid them to listen to it, or even go to certain social events where the music would be played. I never had any interest in music with heavy drums, screaming, swear words, and references to drugs or sex. It offends me very much that this style is considered music. To each their own, but I believe that music should cleanse the soul, and this profanity and violence incorporated into what young adolescents are jamming out to causes nothing but damage.
Asking me what my favorite song is, is like asking me why the sky is blue: you know, but it's so hard to explain. I really like songs that have special meanings to me; the Lady Gaga songs I danced with my friends to, The Time of My Life was the first song that I slow danced to, For Good the last song I sang to my aunt before she passed away. As far as artists, my interests range from Colbi Caillat and Harry Connick Jr. to Green Day and Journey. I like a wide variety, but what they all have in common is passion for art, and meaningful, relatable lyrics.
I have only been to one concert in my life so far, and it was memorable for me because I went with my mom and brother to see someone we frequently listened to in the car, so it was a neat experience to hear those same songs we blare in the car blaring in an enormous auditorium with hundreds of other fans. I think concerts are special, because of how tangible it all is. Rather than hearing the artist's voice on a recording, you can hear the rich sounds and see the looks on their face so you can understand what the song means to them, you can see the sweat on their brow and how fast their hands dance across their instruments. Also, you get to share all of the love with people around you from all over the world, some you have never seen before and never will again, but you are united in this one beautiful blissful moment by music and adoration for a melody. If I had a time machine, I swear the first thing I would do is go see a Beatle's concert.