Jennifer Gremillion | MUSIC IS IN THE HOUSE
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MUSIC IS IN THE HOUSE

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MUSIC IS IN THE HOUSE

Dear Music Lovers,

This morning. I got my groove on at Buti Yoga. But the moving and grooving didn’t end this evening.

Gabriel had his British friend over today, and I noticed his guitar. I shared, “I’m fine with you playing your music. Let it rip.” Gabriel shared, “Mom, you don’t understand. He likes Heavy Metal.”

I added, “Gabriel, you think I never listened to heavy metal growing up.” Time to set the record straight on my musical repertoire. I elaborated, “I’ve been to many concerts in my life from Metallic, Guns & Roses, White Zombie, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Nine Inch Nails, The Cult, Nirvana, Stone Temple Pilots, Bush. And then, there is George Benson, B-52’s, Lyle Lovett, Seal, Rhianna, Alan Jackson, Sarah McLachlan, Tori Amos, Ray Charles, Sade, Jennifer Knapp, Casting Crowes. I could go on.” Gabriel’s friend, Henry, was lit up. He said, “Your mom is the coolest.” Gabriel was shocked! And I said, “I even had one band member ask me out on a date. That’s right.” And I continued dancing in the kitchen and Henry continued playing his guitar.

Some say don’t mess with a woman and her wine.

I say don’t mess with a woman and her chocolate.

And don’t mess with a woman and her music.

I was blessed with parents that love music. My dad is a true audiophile. I remember sitting with my dad at New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival. We enjoyed a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice-cream. And then, we got up and danced. It’s how we rolled. I’ll be the first to jump on the dance floor even at a school function (my sister and dad included.) There is no fear, only self-expression. My friend and I would find my brother and his friends on the dance floor or they would find us. And we danced into the wee hours in my college days.

I attended a friend’s 50th birthday party. She had an incredible band and well, “Play that Funky Music” was on their playlist. One woman came up to meet and explained, “I can’t go anymore. I’m exhausted and my feet hurt. Can you please dance with my husband?” I looked at him and said, “Richard Dreyfuss, let’s do this.” And I took him by the hand to the dance floor.

Music is healing. An artist creates something that moves you. You feel the energy. You feel the beat. You feel all heart and soul. And express all that is within  you.

Lucas added, “Mom, I would like to see Usher, Bruno Mars, and Ed Sheeran in concert.” Note to myself.

When your energy is low, just dance. It raises your vibration. It’s a great energy shifter. And you can’t help but laugh.

Dancing,
Jennifer

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