It's a Rock and Roll Kinda Life Here in the Suburbs/Five on Friday

Did I ever mention that I think in colors? I don't mean that I dream in color. Lemme 'splain: whenever I'm in a certain mood or am having a deep emotion, I live that emotion as a color. For example, when I went into labor with my firstborn, I was panicked. My pregnancy had been a difficult one from about the fourth month, and I had to take medication to prevent pre-term labor from developing into full-blown, take-this-baby-now-or-she'll-die syndrome. As I lay in my hospital room getting prepped for delivery, I felt and saw everything as dark blue. When I was told that I needed to have a cesarean section, everything felt and looked black. When my daughter emerged healthy and screaming, the room around me became bright yellow.

Does that make sense now? So, as my colors run the spectrum, my taste in music varies. For the most part, I'm a rock girl; I grew up listening to it, and that's how I roll. There are times, though, when the type of music shifts to classical, jazz, blues, rockabilly, inspirational, instrumental, etc. given what's happening in my life.

When I'm in a clean-up-this-crap mood, I play either dance "stuff" or even metal-type rock because it gets me motivated.

Lately, because I've been immersed in my manuscript, reliving the late 70s and early 80s, I've been feeling the music of the times. So, in homage to my high school and early college years, I give you the colors of my music of late: