billy refuses to hold still for a portrait photo. if, on the off chance that he has held a ‘pose’ long enough for me to take his photo, his tongue is usually caught snaking out of his mouth licking his lips in a “i am the devil” kind-of-way, spoiling any semblance of innocence. so today, i’ve found a dachshund who will mind me long enough to take a few snapshots.
i’ve been thinking about music a lot lately (partly because i remembered the other day that my new car has a cd player and i’ve been indulging in many of my favorite artists), but what has been rattling around in my brain is why certain singers/songwriters have such a hold over me and for such a long time. i am not a writer on music, but i feel that when we’re young, say late teens–early twenties, contemporary music imprints itself on us and that’s about it for the rest of our lives. it’s not that we don’t appreciate and listen to the music of the day (okay, let’s skip the ‘9os), but our favorites from those impressionable years remain forever the soundtrack of our life. we never tire of hearing them. is that true of your listening habits?