I know we all have that one musician who comes to mind as our favourite. Or perhaps there are a few. I absolutely love Florence and the Machine. I’m obsessed.
I’ve always loved music and listening to the radio, back when streaming wasn’t a thing. I would listen to the top 40 on 5FM every weekend as a teenager, eager to hear new tracks and see if my favourites were climbing to number one.
A love for music wasn’t really passed down from my parents, but when I was dating my now husband, he began making mixtapes for me every month we were together. These mixtapes were windows into his soul and the types of music that held meaning for him. They began to show me how soul-moving certain songs can be.
Every month, I looked forward to the new mixtape that was on its way. He took me on a journey with his thoughtful, conceptual curation.
I’ve come to understand the incredible depth and meaning music brings to the world. Like art, it’s an extension of someone—an extension of their soul and mind. I love that intimate connection between artist and listener.
When Florence’s voice fills my ears, I’m reminded of those early mixtapes and how music became a bridge between hearts. Every song carries someone’s truth, waiting to become part of our own story. That’s the magic I fell in love with—not just the melodies but the human connection woven through every note.
