Whenever someone wants to know my favorite genre of music, I always struggle to come up with an appropriate response. Somehow, ‘everything’ seems a little noncommittal and untrue. Yet when put on the spot, it’s exactly what I want to say.
How can you explain that growing up, music choices were left in the hands of adults so I spent my formative years listening to Motown, classic rock like Iron Butterfly, crooners from the 50s and early 80s jams? At five years old, I'd ride in the front seat of the car and belt out 'Passionate Kisses' alongside my mom, as if I knew. At seven, I’d sit on the floor, bopping along to Phil Collins’ "No Jacket Required" album and listening to Carol King sing "So Far Away" on vinyl, thinking that her voice embodied such unspeakable feeling and heartbreak.