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No, no, I’m not sad. Quite the contrary. I have many reasons to be happy…I have just been thinking about the power of music. There are songs that make me want to dance (like Kylie Monogue’s “At First Sight”). There are songs that make me very very edgy and angry (like most everything in the Heavy Metal catalog). There are songs I have to sing along with, most notably being “Does My Ring Hurt Your Finger?” by Charley Pride. There are songs that make me think of sex, summer, candy, and my parents. On and on and on.

Then there are those songs, the ones I overlook by tuning them out but love nonetheless. In the right setting, they can be so powerful they can make me cry. They trigger a myriad of memories my mind doesn’t care to host and sometimes caught off guard they can come back in a flood. It doesn’t happen often, that triggered flood, but when it does somewhere in the back of my mind I am in awe of the power that music can hold over me.

It should be known that there is one song in this mix I cannot listen to. At all. I don’t have to be in a mood to cry…30 seconds of Tori Amos’ “Cloud On My Tongue” is all I need to lie my head down and sob as if I were a child. I hold no specific memories to it, it isn’t a song that means anything to me, but it is so incredibly sad to me that sobbing sessions ensue. It’s the most powerful song I know.

I’m not sad…I’m just pondering power. Download it here.

I was never a Summer time kind of girl. The heat can be nasty, the humidity is evil (who likes to start sweating when you get out of the shower), your electric bill sky-rockets, and my hair turns into one frizzy pile of curls that looks like it never gets taken care of.

I prefer cold weather. Days that get dark at 4:45 p.m., grey days, sleet, snow, ice, cold rain, breathe in the air when you exhale.

Summer isn’t bad, I just prefer Winter. And while I prefer the months that a majority of people loathe, there are always songs that pop up that remind me of Summer. No matter what time of year it is, no matter where I am, no matter how my hair looks, one of these songs pop up and I’m thinking about those dreaded months of June, July, and August. (And lets just face it, where I live, it’s hot all the way into November for the most part, prolonging my Summer hate.)

So here it is, my Summer wrapped up in song.