I always felt like there was something missing. When I was about 8 years old, I have a very vivid memory of logging onto my old white desktop computer. On the right hand side, there was an ad for MTV. May I mention this was still at a time where MTV still played music videos and bands like My Chemical Romance were on the cover of teen magazines. I clicked on the ad, to where it took me to their official website. I was searching for music that would make me feel something special. At the age that I was, I really wasn't sure where to look for music, let alone what kind of music I really liked. I was searching for something though, something that I would love, something that would make me happy for three or four minutes. I came across a band called The Killers. On my computer screen, I saw a flamboyant twenty something year old, with eyeliner and a face that would make traffic stop. It was the "Mr. Brightside" music video. As the music started, I couldn't help take my eyes off the computer screen. From the moment the guitar started, to the riveting chorus, and the final note, I was in love with the song. I was in love with music.


The Killers made me fall in love with music. They made me feel alive, happy; everything you want to feel and more. Until listening to them, I never understood what it was to love something so much. The beautiful thing about music is it does that for people all around the world. When I listen to a piece of music that I love, my whole world stops. It’s hard to explain in writing what it is like when a song touches a chord in your heart. For me, time stops, my endorphins go like crazy, and everything is okay. All my worries in the world, cares, and pains stop. Or as Bob Marley says best, “One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” For me it was The Killers, but for you, maybe it was Pink Floyd or the Rolling Stones that made you a music fanatic. But for me, it was them, and I am so thankful for that.


And then the concert obsession started to kick in. Or, as my dad would say, “And then that’s when your bank started to break.” Yeah, my parents did not like me going to all these show, but I know I sure did, and still do. The first concert I spent my money on was Brandon Flowers from The Killers. I was about fourteen. Though, the first concert I went to was the Jonas Brothers; guilty as charged. And from then, it was history. At this point I have no idea how many shows I’ve gone to, but I know that I have enjoyed every single one. Something about seeing the person and or band that you listen to on your phone, computer, turn table, maybe even cassette, is something beyond special. Being in a room full of unfamiliar or maybe familiar faces (depending how many times you’ve seen that musician or band) is something so significant and memorable. Everyone in the venue is there for one reason, and that’s to listen to the music and enjoy themselves, and forget about all their problems for a couple of hours.


And now starting my 20’s, I can’t wait to see what the music brings for me. I remember telling a friend of mine at work how excited I was to fall in love someday. I questioned her what it feels like to be in love; excited that I may get to experience this someday. And to my surprise, she told me that she falls in love everyday. I didn’t understand what she meant by this, and then she explained it to me. She told me that falling in love doesn’t have to be this romanized and exclusive thing for one person only. Falling in love can simply happen with the people around you, the places you go, people you meet, food you eat, music you hear. And know I take her words with me everywhere I go. I am excited for what adventures I make, the people I meet, and the places I go. And most of all, I am excited to take music along the ride with me too, because I am in love with music.