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The magic of music

As I look around my room, I notice something. It’s something that my friends and family already know about me, but a stranger would never guess how it’s all correlated to one another. Everything is related in some way to music.

The Norman Rockwell portraits were given to me from my grandmother, but my reason for taking them was because a little known band from 2001 mentioned the artist’s almost mundane paintings in one of their songs. That simple lyric sparked my interest in Mr. Rockwell’s artwork.

There’s a poster I made for my speech class from magazine clippings that tell my story in which 97 percent of it is from my favorite music magazine, Alternative Press.

There’s a tall shelf by my door I jokingly named after a tall guitarist and my red chair after the vocalist in the same band.

My World Map has pins pointing out the birthplaces of my favorite bands.

There’s a cape hung on my closet door that I wore for Halloween three years ago. I was a character from one of my friend’s comics that were inspired by our favorite musical group of the time.

Countless posters and clippings plaster my walls: Faces of talented musicians, a clothing company I found through said musicians, a poster I bought from a recent concert (complete with the confetti I snagged), and a newspaper article from my very first concert.

CDs line my shelf, organized in a manner that only I understand.

A guitar, ukulele, and amp reside in a corner, just waiting to be picked up again.

It’s safe to say I’m a pretty big music lover ...

The first decade of my life was spent with the tunes of my parents: ‘70s classic rock and country. I didn’t really get into modern music until I was 12. And then I was introduced to a wonderful alternative rock band, “My Chemical Romance,” a recently disbanded group that had their fair share of the sweet and sour times.

I was pretty narrow-minded at the time, and my musical taste didn’t expand until two years ago. I mostly stayed within the confines of rock, dabbling in a little metal, before I settled on the general genre of punk. Now I like to think I enjoy a little bit of everything.

Play me a song and I will generally be fond of it because I love listening to new songs. I get the same thrill of a racecar driver sliding into his car right before a race, or an athlete winning a game. Holding a CD is like winning the lottery; it’s like I’m starting a new chapter in my life when I tear off the plastic. It’s one of the greatest feelings for me.

In the words of my favorite music shop: “Music=Life.” That basically sums up my existence. Music gives me that little push I need every day, it wakes me up, and I fall asleep to it. It changed my life and continues to. I could never thank the musicians enough that fill my ears with goodness, and my life is unimaginable without it.

As I slide my Hunter Hayes CD back in between Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran, I am reminded of the latest CD that changed my life. Maybe you should pick a new CD up today. It just might change your life as so many others have done for me.

Maddi Loiselle, 16, of Hennepin is a junior at Putnam County High School. She can be reached in care of the Putnam County Record at P.O. Box 48, Granville, IL 61326.

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