How many times do we sit down to listen to music? Why is it important? Why do we sit and listen to our children? Why are sounds sometimes annoying? Why do we choose certain music over and over?
I have listened to so much music in my life I thought I would tire of it by now. Especially since my hearing has diminished from loud concerts and just bad habits. I have seen so many concerts that often I am amazed I can still walk without falling over from ruptured ear drums. I listen to music because of the old adage it soothes the savage beast. I listen to it because it helps be relax from things I cannot control. It brings me to simpler and easier times. It reminds me of days past present and future. All in all it makes me feel good. The same can be said for listening to my children. (sometimes) I often listen to the words as they were meant for a grand ideal. I sometimes hear them for plain old nonsense. I enjoy the subtleties of words by the poetic nature of some. I love the hidden humor. But most of all I enjoy the feeling of joy that it brings to me. If it is a hymn then it is great. If it is of a guitar player putting his soul into a few bars of pure joy it is good for me. If it is a singer not hitting the note perfectly but his soul is laid out for all to see then it moves me. One case in example is Otis Redding singing Try a Little Tenderness. I shed a tear every time. Now I have heard this song easily over 1000 times. It doesn't matter, it gets me every time. Is it a suppressed memory or a deep thought that I need to improve? It doesn't even matter to me. It is just the raw emotion that is so powerful. Stevie Ray Vaughan playing Tick Tock or Riviera Paradise or Texas Flood. Doobie Brothers playing Long Train Running, Allman Brothers playing Melissa. Kenny Loggins, Dan Fogleberg, Prince, Marvin Gaye, Teddy Pendergrass, Same Cooke, and so many others have touched me. So why do I post about this?
I think that music as art are tied together perfectly. They are both of harmony. Is the gospel also tied into harmony? I hope so. I hear a hymn sometimes and I have perfect clarity for a few moments. I see what I should be and how all man kind should be. I see the purity of children in music and art. Will my children ever be great artists or musicians? Remember the old saying beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I see the joy they have in singing or drawing and I know that they are great. I could never spend large sums of money on something called art that does not show love beauty or passion derived from beauty to me. Not saying that Pollack wasnt a genius. I too have painted like him. But I will never be in his circle.
I have sat and listened to my children talk and am amazed at how they see so many things. Jillian sees things carefully. Macy often sees things on multiple levels. Bridget cares for everyone and wants a Cinderella world. Roxana just wants the same as her sisters. Lori says things that show me what a compassionate spiritual person she is. Me, I just talk talk talk. I know that I am here on earth to do what is right. I cannot take back what I have ever said but I can say what I think. I know that music can soothe the savage beast. Look at me.
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