‘They say we’re young and we don’t know
We won’t find out until we grow
Well I don’t know if all that’s true
Cause you got me, and baby I got you’
I always wanted to marry a man who played an instrument. In fact, I wanted to marry a man who could sing. Really sing. Sing with passion in his heart. Sing with soul and rhythm. I married such a man. Greg is an amazing singer. He doesn’t think so. I know so. He is mighty fine at playing bass guitar also. In our dating years, we exchanged our passion for music, mostly through disagreements and debates. Greg, you see, was and still is, a dedicated rock fan. Loud, bold, fast, dramatic, and big music. I, on the other hand, preferred classical, 80s pop, Gregorian chants, and power ballads. We grew together over the years. Exchanging, debating, negotiating, loving, and accepting each other’s musical tastes. I began to enjoy rock. Greg listened more frequently to classical. We went to many concerts. Some of Greg’s choices and some mine. U2, Robert Plant, orchestras, rock bands, The Who, Black Sabbath, Bruce Springsteen, Tom Petty, Jamie Callum, Leonard Cohen…We have incredible memories of these times. The love, passion, dedication to each other, and fun. The being in the moment of live music made us reflect on us. A team. A couple. A loving partnership. Two crazy hearted people that understand music’s power.