I'm not up to date on the latest charts and I certainly don't know what the number one song is right now nor did I really care, this was not a life and death matter.
But then I reflected for a moment. It wasn't that long ago I was a teenager and I knew every song on the chart countdown and every word of the top 40 songs. Even if I didn't really care for the song, somehow I had memorised the words. I knew the artists and most things about them.
That got me thinking, as to what was the reason why the top 40 no longer has the importance to me it once had or why my taste in music has changed.
Of course we all get older and move forward and into different things but I felt as though I had lost part of myself and sought to know the reason for this. Music was such a huge part of my life and it had got me through some pretty tough times, it had motivated me when I was feeling down and cheered me when life was out to get me. (I'm sure most teenagers had these thoughts).
Now, I wasn't that musically gifted, I don't play a musical instrument, I can sing in the shower and in church, but I don't consider myself a professional performer, but I love music and appreciate all sorts of musical genre. The lyrics reach out and grab my attention.
I am continually amazed at hoe certain music and sounds of people's voices can have so many different effects on us. Some of it makes us cry, laugh, dance, sing, snap our fingers, clap our hands, tap our feet, inspire us, offend, educate .… Some music gives us goose bumps, the emotions involved are endless.
As I started to recall all this that I started typing in songs that I felt I needed to hear again and to my surprise the feeling I thought I had associated with some of the songs were different and I could only surmise I had changed.
Some of the songs I listened to as a teenager would not be caught on my play list now yet those same songs helped me in a strange way through some though times and would always appreciate that, but now, at a different time of life, having moved on, grown up, it was different. It's a bit like the movies I enjoyed as a teenager.
My initial musical tastes were influenced by my grand-parents as I grew up with them. There was always music playing and my pop had a huge collection of music. When CD's came along he still kept his tapes and I don't really see him converting to MP3 or iPods. Perhaps CDs are the farthest he might go.
I think of the music
But every time I think of pop I think of music. I am a huge fan of country music die to pop, it's timeless and whenever we held a bbq the music is on. It was 50's and 60's and I was the only one in my school class who knew Charlie Pride, George Jones or Johnny Cash. These songs bound my pop and me together especially after my nan died.
He would sit alone in the lounge room listening to his songs, he appeared so lonely, that I would sit with him. I would pay attention to him and ask questions and this excited him.
But when my husband and I had our own children we decided the music and video clips were too sexual and it was against what we were trying to instil into our family. I am not against chart music, rather there are other priorities now.
Since becoming a Christian, my world view has changed and that changes everything. Now I consider everything in this light. Recently I was stressed and overwhelmed with life and the children and I was steering off track and I had forgotten to hand my problems to the problem solver.
I listened to Gospel singer Marvin Sapp. Never heard his music before, but his song "My Testimony" reached out and grabbed me and I fell into tears, crying out to Jesus to help me and I finally, turned over everything in my life to Him. I sobbed for an hour and a half.
This was an amazing experience, I felt Jesus through the music and it was reiterated to me this is I want my children to hear – Christian Gospel that touches the soul. I still listen to other music, yes 50' and 60s Country, what I call my Country Music, soul music, RNB music.
But the music that feels true and that keeps me and my family on track and reminds us what is really important in life is Gospel remembering Jesus and Him first in our lives.
Tisha Williams is an indigenous home maker and mother on the Gold Coast / Tweed. He husband Edward is an indigenous painter, training to be a carpenter and teaches their children his language and dream time stories which have parallels in the Bible.
Tisha Williams' previous articles may be viewed at www.pressserviceinternational.org/tisha-williams.html