Shockingly Lost But Lovingly Found

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Hurt. It pleads to be felt. Ignored, covered up, denied. Mistaken for sadness. Mistaken for weakness. Often pushed to the back of the closet weighed by clothes in the form of anger and frustration. There until it's moved. There until it's acknowledged by taking it out, confronting it and then discarded.

Joanna had just come back from work and went to the refrigerator to get a drink. After she capped the water bottle, she went to the fridge to retrieve the chicken she had thawing for dinner. A few minutes later she heard Aaron come in.

"How was your day?" she questioned, looking at him and started cutting the chicken.

"Not too bad. I think I finally found a job." Joanna stopped cutting her chicken, looked up at him and exclaimed "That's great news!"

"Yeah it's at a record store not too far away from here."

"That's fantastic! Plus I love records." Aaron grinned.

"Really? A lot of people don't buy records anymore with iTunes and everything."

"Yeah, I know. It's kind of sad. I mean yes, I use iTunes when I hear a song that I just have to have immediately. But there's something special about a record you know? The authenticity and the rawness of the emotion that is being expressed can be heard better on vinyl. When I discovered vinyl at thirteen I swear I fell in love. But now I have so many records that I can't really put them anywhere so I just leave them in boxes."

"Wow, that's pretty neat. What type of music do you listen to?" Aaron mused, tilting his head interested.

"Mostly slightly older music. Anything from Jimmi Hendrix to Ella Fitzgerald will completely do it for me. It just depends on my mood. I do like some modern music but can't just casually listen to the crappy stuff you only hear on the radio. Really, everything just sounds the same these days. It's kind of okay at parties but not something I would listen to casually." Joanna admitted honestly.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. And don't even get me started on the lyrics! Besides it being kinda sketchy for a ten-year-old singing about grinding on someone at the club, they're just kind of nonsensical," Aaron lamented.

"Thank you! Apparently, no one cares any more than most popular is about sex, partying, alcohol, or are just plain stupid," Joanna declared, happy Aaron could see this problem too although acknowledging that there is a decent amount of rock and country that has those topics as well.

"It's really a shame," Aaron contended, agreeing with her. Joanna nodded.

"But every once in a while I hear a song with music and lyrics that shake me to my core and it gives me hope that our generation possesses the talent and the vision to produce great music. And then that hope gets crushed when I hear some thoughtless lyric backed by the most popular three-chord melody that makes me want to scream."

"Yep. Sometimes I wonder to myself if anyone actually listened to the music before it was released or they just threw in a bunch of autotune, annoying beats and crappy chorus before calling it quits," Aaron asserted, clearly agreeing with Joanna's sentiment.

"I am right there with you."

"So how did you get into records?" After she put the plate in the sink, Aaron and Joanna both walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

"Well I play guitar and when I first learned, I wanted to play songs from musicians like Fleetwood Mac and Journey. Since those musicians released their records on vinyl, that's what I started listening to. As I got older and listened to more contemporary music I heard them first on CD but realized I liked records better so I bought them on vinyl," Aaron revealed.