I fell in love with music when I was about 4 years old. I listened to soundtracks—Oliver and Company, The Little Mermaid. Also Phil Collins, Michael and Janet Jackson, America, The Beach Boys, etc.—my parents music, the primitive foundations of my taste today. I was incredibly taken by the raw, emotive moments in music. I swooned, I had favorite sections I clung to, I danced, acted, sang into a spoon.
I sat in front of that stereo all day, every day. It was my uprbringing, the foundations of my musical intelligence—very intuitive, unspoken, felt. When my parents were unavailable or argued, I would run to my room, cover my ears, and sing “Wouldn’t it be nice” loudly enough to cover the yelling.
Music is as much my mother as the moon is.