Beautiful Thing #2124: Music

    There is not a person in the world who does not like music.  If you ever meet someone who says to you, “Music, I don’t like that stuff.”  Run.  That person is a psychopath.  If you just read that sentence and said aloud to yourself and your 18th century doll collection, “Hey, I’m not a psychopath!” while rubbing your hands and rocking back and forth, I’ve got bad news, yes you are.  Put down the icepick and lipstick and please go seek proffesional help or Scientology immediately. 

   Now that that guy is gone, you and me, we can rap.  Can you Handel that?   As I said before, music is so transcendentally beautiful, it’s been called the Universal Language (If you’ve been reading lately, you’ll remember that Language is Beautiful Thing #50).   We turn to music to express what words cannot, or to add power to our words.  Take these words,

But the Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye
Rocky mountain high

  Those are some mighty fine sentiments, but add a little acoustic guitar, perhaps some string accompaniments, and a melodious tenor voice and you’ve got pure magic.

  In all seriousness, we have music to calm our nerves, excite us to battle, dance the night away with that mysterious stranger, celebrate rituals,  and even soothe us when grieving.   Every once in a while, at a special moment or just driving in your car, music can touch that nameless place in your soul and makes you go, “Oooo yeah, that’s the spot.  Don’t stop, music…  don’t… stop…” 

Don’t stop, music.  Don’t stop. 

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