Soundtrack...

I was around 4 or 5 years old. It was around 8 pm, and as usual, my mom tucked me in bed and gave me a good night kiss. Then she would turn on the little transistor radio, and scanned the frequency until she found a classical radio channel. I would then sleep peacefully, lulled by some unknown symphony.

It was how I got the love for music.

Music is an important part of my life. I've been through so many changing periods of trends, often influenced by my loved ones. Surprisingly, I never listened to "kiddie music", because my parents never played that in my house. Instead, I listened to their music, such as YES, Chicago and Beatles. And I liked them a lot. Then my uncles introduced me to rock musics, like Van Halen, Dire Straits, Santana, Hendrix, Led Zep, Eagles and many more. I could never get enough of screaming guitars and high-pitched voices... I was a rock and roll kid.

As the trend evolved, my taste started to vary as well. My aunts gave me jazz and pop, from Al Jarreau to Eurythmic. I have to admit I did have some weakness to simplet pop songs and cheesy 80's beats... Confession, I liked Tommy Page, Rick Astley and hey, why not, toss in Milli Vanilli.

Then I moved to Switzerland. To my surprise, I discovered so many genres that I didn't even know before. New age, Europop, french ballad and millions other things. I was dancing to the tune of Public Enemy, having a Pastis with Serge Gainsbourg in the background, screaming my lungs out with Noir Desir, hallucinating within the eery beats of Eurotrance, flying above the clouds with Marley, relaxing with Sinatra...

I was such a whore for music genres, I absorbed them all.

After that I realized that I need them to create some kind of soundtrack in my life. My reason of liking all those types is to build a picturesque soundscape to support the colors of my mood.

When I'm red raging mad, I play some distorted rock music in my head.

When I'm green with envy, some soft and soothing beats drummed in my mind.

When I've got the blue, somehow, it's always some accoustical ballads that come out in me.

Automatically.

And I've become a musical junkie. I don't think I could live without a single melody. And with so many genres available right now, I know that my soundtrack would be vividly polychromatic.

Now I would try to take a nap lulled by the dreamy voice of Lisa Ekdahl *providing my boss doesn't notice me, that is*.

Until then, put a different vinyl in your turntable and sing out of tune...