Wouldn’t it be nice if we had a soundtrack to our daily lives? Something to put meaning to the mundane activities we partake in. This morning, I plugged in my earbuds and lip synced Foreigner’s “I Want To Know What Love It,” as I dressed for work. Hair straightener in hand; dressed in jeans and a bra; I took care of some Risky Business. — I hit my performance peak with Neil Diamond’s “I am, I said.” My uninspired morning routine was transformed into a scene worthy of the big screen.
In an effort to hang on to the morning’s thrill, I kept my earbuds in the whole drive to work…. shhhhhh yes, I know: I’m not supposed to drive with earbuds in — but it couldn’t be helped. How could I possibly shut it down when “Every Breath You Take” by The Police was up? I couldn’t do it; I was moved by the music. As the sun began to rise; I hit the open road and breathed in life. It was something else I tell you. A extraordinary moment in life that raised the hair on the back of my neck. AND all because of a little music.
Music is magical. It invokes strong emotions like: joy, emapthy, sorrow, anger, and excitement. It can pump you up or mellow you out. It alters moods better than any drug out there. It’s simply perfect. Strangely, I’ve met a person or two throughout my life who claim to dislike music. I know what your thinking: “WHAT????????? I don’t understand.” It seems impossible to have an aversion to music doesn’t it? I mean sure, we all have our music preferences. I can completely understand disliking modern day country, but to hate music altogether? How does that happen?
A life void of music for me would be like a life void of love. Music preserves my memories, holds me when I’m sad, motivates me when I’m tired, and loves me when I’m lonely. This morning music simply made me happy to be alive. Music has been with me through thick and thin. A best friend until the end.
“Sing us a song you’re the Piano man… and you’ve got us feeling alright.” – Billy Joel