I believe in the power of music. For all my life music has been the ground on which I walk, or the wind that sweeps me off my feet. When I was a kid, I would jam to my parents’ seventies rock, dancing and singing like nobody was watching. I still do this, but not just to seventies music. I’ve scrounged the internet and the radio to find songs that resonate with me. No decade or genre is exempt from possibly becoming a favorite of mine. It is not unusual for me to suddenly hear a new song and think, “It’s as if this is what’s been missing from me all my life…” and then the search begins. Once an amazing song enters my ears, I must memorize as many key lyrics as possible. Then, assuming I wasn’t able to find out the artist and name of the piece immediately after hearing the song, I go to the internet and hope that if I type in enough lyrics, the glorious song will pop up and I can add the song to my list.
Listening to music causes my soul to experience a sort of nostalgia, but creating music does this as well. I love to sing, even though I’m not the best at it and never perform anywhere except for in my car or house. When I was a kid, I played piano for several years, and though I hated it, I still learned about musical terms that I wouldn’t have known otherwise. It was violin though that really got me experiencing the way in which music can move you. I played violin for eight years or so, and was the best in my high school orchestra, and though I have stopped playing violin since I still treasure the years I was able to share music with others. I mentioned nostalgia though, and I believe that’s what gives music its power. Music has always been with me, so finding a new song, or creating music, is like visiting an earlier time in life. It’s a way of remembering…and it’s a way of feeling. The power of music exists when we allow it to move us, change us, speak to us, and open up things within us that would’ve otherwise been dormant.