Blubbering Like a Baby

I went to see the feel-good movie, "August Rush" this afternoon and sat there sobbing through the last quarter. Yes, it's predictable. Okay, and cliched. But it was wonderful. I cried because it reminded me of what it was like when I felt that way about music. I was a weird kid (already covered that in other posts), but another strange thing about me was my music ability. My parents were poor, so not a lot of attention was given to my potential skills. I played several instruments in elementary school, was given piano lessons free by the son of a preacher at a neighborhood church and sang since I started breathing. For years, there was nothing but music for me: studying it, listening to it, playing it, singing it, dreaming about it. As I got older (and made stupid choices), I switched from studying/singing classical music to rock and roll (not one of the bad choices). I also acquired every bad habit a stupid teenager can acquire (definitely several bad choices). Anyway, I managed to turn myself from an almost-prodigy child to a slacker teenager, who only used my singing skills to get attention (I think I already covered my father issues an in earlier post, too). Long story shorter, bad habits and stupid decisions tarnished my beautiful music. So, that's why I cried. Watching that sweet little boy bliss out from the sound/vibration/frequency of music is so familiar to me. I sincerely miss it.

And, by the way, the vampire from "Moonlight" was in the movie in a small role. He was actually pretty good and still pleasant eye candy. He spoke with his Aussie accent. Very cool.