My Musical Life


So I find myself exceptionally concerned about the music my oldest daughter is listening to.  Thanks to the marvel of music sharing across the family through our iTunes account (, I get a preview of what my kids listen to on their devices. Sometimes I’m concerned.  Rarely pleasantly surprised. But often mystified.

One Direction (!  What the hell is this crap!

Yet I pause.  I put my mid-forties musical judgement on hold for a moment, and reflect on where my musical tastes have ended up, and why.

I recall as a kid, driving with Dad (too young to be in the front passenger seat of the 1978 Cadillac Eldorado, certainly too young to be sans seat belt in said seat), listening to Credence Clearwater Revival Looking Out My Backdoor ( ) on the roadtrip on our many Indian Guides father-son overnight adventures.  I didn’t care for the song then.  Didn’t like Country.  Especially didn’t like my dad’s singing, or the relentless rewind-and-replay cycle we appeared to be locked into for the car trip. Yet why do I find myself with the same song on my iPod today, with a 5-star rating yet.  As I got older, breaking into my teens (1980’s – Yikes!) and my first socialization around music with Howard Jones Life In One Day (, my musical tastes changed yet again.  And this song, too, holds a 5-star rating on the same iPod.  As I rebelled from my upper-middle-class Jewish upbringing, rebellion ensued with the introduction of N.W.A Fuk Da Police ( to my musical time line.  Yup.  It’s on there.  5-Stars.

Times changed, as did my outlook on life. Alcoholism fed an angry Pearl Jam Jeremy (, then transformed into Jimmy Buffett Wonder Why We Ever Go Home (  Recovery and a re-purposed life brought Kenny Chesney You and Tequila (, The Good Stuff ( and Don’t Blink (  Jason Aldean Joined in as a degree of emotional sobriety washed over me with I Use What I Got (, Back in this Cigarette (, and Not Every Man Lives (  Chris Young The Man I Want To Be ( becomes a part of me.  Back to Country again.  Like the old days.  In that unrestrained passenger seat next to Daddy (May He Rest In Peace) in my mind.  Father and Son.  Together again, if only for a few more bars as the music trails off.

And now, I return to reality with my very yuppy Bose headphones over my ears, escaping the noisy family surrounding me in the living room with Debussy’s Clair de Lune (, relaxing into a love affair with the beauty and intricacy of the composition tantalizing my eardrums.  I realize that my life has always been defined by music.  And the musical evolution has been as much of an adventure as my life itself.

I smile. I suspend my musical judgement a bit longer. I wonder where my daughter’s musical adventure will take her?  God, I hope it’s a happy, healthy, safe and fun journey.



About jordanjaybrodsky

I'm a emotionally, spiritually, and physically fit resident of our crazy pebble-of-a-planet. A spiritual being enjoying a human experience. A recovered alcoholic active in my recovery community, I share my experiences and thoughts in hopes that something I offer makes a difference in someone's life. Or at least makes someone smile. Thanks for letting me share of myself. I appreciate the opportunity.
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