From as far back as I can remember in my 37 years of life, music has been a highly figurative part of it. I have an eclectic taste (reggae, R&B, soft rock, pop, urban, soul just to name a few genres) and a collection that would probably make some of the greatest DJ's envious. Music has been a back bone, a comforter, a teacher and a dearly loved friend, getting me through some of the toughest personal experiences in my life. As a teenager, i wanted to make music (i still do).
However, in my twenties I developed a slight hearing loss, along with the awful tinnitus which over the years has become severely worse. I have sensory neural deafness which means I struggle with the sounds of consonants, high frequency sounds and rely heavily on lip-reading, which is no good for listening to songs. With headphones (which I believe caused my deafness in the first place) I can just about tune into songs I'm familiar with but listening to new songs is a no-go unless I've got the lyrics in front of me and I'm able to adjust my stereo, mp3 player so that the bass and music doesn't overpower the vocals. It's distressing and breaks my heart as over the last six or so years I've been unable to listen to new music from the artists I admire and I've purchased numerous cd's that I'm unable to enjoy.
One thing my deafness hasn't been able to take away from me is the colourful memories I have inside my head of hundreds of songs that pop up every now and again. I may never hear them again but they are in my heart and I'm going to share what they mean to me on this blog.
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