The beauty of music, the unconditional love of sound.

Before I fell in love with reggae music, long before I even liked it and didn’t realise I was becoming an integral heart in the industry, I loved music. Almost 50 years later it dawns on me that indeed beautiful music is called that, because it literally is.

What was I ? 4 years old hearing Star Wars composed by John Williams. Grasped and scooped up by the music, like many the world over. 5 years old and the theme tune to Superman was there and like any normal kid, we loved the films, we loved the music. The fight against evil, the accompaniments that made you feel it even more.

Then aside from my own perusings on the radio and top of the pops tv program, the influences of mom and dad and their likes, the music they forced us to be around… which mostly wasnt so bad. Johnny Mathis for mom and Jean Michel Jarre for dad, neither too bad on the old ears.

Then the plethora of growing fond of the pop music. You forget pop means popular, not bubbles popping. Whitney Houston was truly beautiful in both ways. Michael Jackson, say no more. What about mod music ? I wasn’t around many rockers as a pre teen. But The Jam, then Style Council, rebelious I know, the pinball wizard. The Who. Wow, I could go on.. and some of these songs were cool, some, not so much, but others, really itchy, caught on, snagged in your brain for life.

And as I stop now, the pinnacle of this video is about to play, so lets leave it there : beautiful music

Peace.

Love you mom. xxx