Every moment in life deserves a musical score. Really. It's not just movies and television shows that merit enrichment by composed beauty.
Walk down a country road at dawn when the mist is just rising from the fields. Do you not hear the music of nature awakening? In your mind, do you not hear lovely Chamber Music wafting upwards with the moist rising air?
Walk down that same road at night with stars shining in the heavens. Oh the air is alive with the song of insects frantically trying to find their way. Do you not hear soft mandolins and harps played by invisible fairies?
Ride your motorcycle across the Alps as cow bells jingle below and crisp mountain air chills your nostrils. Do you not hear sopranos lifting their voices to God?
Swim in a cold mountain stream, water rushing across smooth rounded stones. The riverbank sings its gurgle and swoosh. Do you not hear lovely jazz flowing from the trees just beyond your grasp?
Even urban zones have their musical essence. Ride through the working streets and hear the Hip Hop and Beat Music flowing from the doorways. See the people smiling as they walk and talk. Ride further to the business district and see the bankers and lawyers in their suits shuffling along the sidewalk. Do you hear their silent cry to dance? Do you hear them silently humming Steely Dan and Doctor John tunes? They might well be.
Years of personal, singular, non-empirical study have proven this: music is probably the most universally understood and loved artform of all. Life may not have sound effects like TV: I mean, really, when we make a good point in a conversation, do we hear a resounding "Da Doing," as one might hear on "Law & Order"? No we don't. We are left alone, soundtrackless, naked, bereft of even the slightest symphonic accompaniment.
So I simply believe that everything in our lives has music attached to it. I hear it in my own little world. It makes me happy. I may never have sound effects, but I can do without those. I'd rather have, and make, music in everything I do.
Got to go now, it's time to play guitar.
Walk down a country road at dawn when the mist is just rising from the fields. Do you not hear the music of nature awakening? In your mind, do you not hear lovely Chamber Music wafting upwards with the moist rising air?
Walk down that same road at night with stars shining in the heavens. Oh the air is alive with the song of insects frantically trying to find their way. Do you not hear soft mandolins and harps played by invisible fairies?
Ride your motorcycle across the Alps as cow bells jingle below and crisp mountain air chills your nostrils. Do you not hear sopranos lifting their voices to God?
Swim in a cold mountain stream, water rushing across smooth rounded stones. The riverbank sings its gurgle and swoosh. Do you not hear lovely jazz flowing from the trees just beyond your grasp?
Even urban zones have their musical essence. Ride through the working streets and hear the Hip Hop and Beat Music flowing from the doorways. See the people smiling as they walk and talk. Ride further to the business district and see the bankers and lawyers in their suits shuffling along the sidewalk. Do you hear their silent cry to dance? Do you hear them silently humming Steely Dan and Doctor John tunes? They might well be.
Years of personal, singular, non-empirical study have proven this: music is probably the most universally understood and loved artform of all. Life may not have sound effects like TV: I mean, really, when we make a good point in a conversation, do we hear a resounding "Da Doing," as one might hear on "Law & Order"? No we don't. We are left alone, soundtrackless, naked, bereft of even the slightest symphonic accompaniment.
So I simply believe that everything in our lives has music attached to it. I hear it in my own little world. It makes me happy. I may never have sound effects, but I can do without those. I'd rather have, and make, music in everything I do.
Got to go now, it's time to play guitar.
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