Music makes me loose control...

Tee hee I think my LOVE for music will be my death, honestly man. Any genre goes. First thing when I wake up in the morn’ is walk to my bathroom and play a CD (my friends think I’m weird that I have a mini CD player in my bathroom). I dance away as I go on with my getting-ready-routine and have often missed the bus coz I had to had to dance to just one more song. I feel a sense of frenzy overcome me and almost act entranced. When I’m blue I put on highest heels and dance to my hearts content. When I want to relax after a long day I put on some Ella or Billy or Louis or Sade and let their guttural voices relax me. When I’m feeling rebellious and confused Mr. Bob has a way of getting to my very core…rock works as well. My naughty or sensual moods can be easily embraced by any reggae or zouk. When I’m homesick I go waaaaaaaay back to Boney M and Abba and the B Gees. I’ve told my family and friends that I want music played at my funeral and if this doesn’t happen then I will come back and haunt them…lol, I know psychotic.
Give me a dance floor and all I’ll need is the occasional bottle of water to keep me going all night. Boy oh boy, I cannot stand it when a dude comes up to talk to me when I’m in the midst of shaking my being away and dares to want to carry a conversation in the melodious din that relaxes my spirit. At work its even worse coz I can’t arbitrarily get up and dance, I do on the sly but it’s too confined. I’ve this seemingly horrible habit of yelling out AUWIIIIIIIIIIIII when I song has so touched my soul…and oft do it subconsciously. I don’t listen to music on my commute for fear of my body betraying the calm, dignified person that I seemingly portray to the public.
I’ve become a music prostitute, exchanging music with anyone who dares to share. Just this past week my acquisitions include Middle-Eastern, Canaan, Robin Thicke, Papa Wemba, Tanya Stephens, ok I can’t go on too embarrassed. I never feel like I have enough music. In my retirement I want to be a DJ or maybe I was in my previous life…there’s an art to it that is mind blowing to me. My spine absolutely gets tingly with the smooth flow of perfectly mixed music. I cannot stand DJs who seemingly ad lib or who feel the need to continuously announce a party that’s weeks away while interrupting MY flow...selfish, I know.
Both my parents are music lovers and so are all my siblings. I’ve memories of how we’d perform for my parents – higher higher your love keeps taking me higher higher. I recall with great amusement how one of my sisters snookered us on a trip to shags one holiday. My parents would always play their lingala music much to our disgust. We’d travel with Tabu Lei and Mbili A Bele and Franco on the over 6 hour journey from Nairobi to Kisumu. They’d then stop by the market and buy more lingala tapes for the rest of our journey. Our pleadings for ‘hip’ music fell on deaf ears. But this one time they gave in so out came sis with the then latest Whitney tape. LOL…it was a single. And all we heard for all of twenty minutes was the original song then the same song in rock and then accappella then instrumental then drum n base and then ma caught on and that was the end of music democracy. Tis weird that I now appreciate lingala and zouk.
I’m looking for Chinese or Japanese jazz…any suggestions anyone!