Ever see the movie August Rush? I totally love that movie. Music is one of my passions. I remember sneaking into my brother's room as a little girl to listen to the record player. Almost every cent of my baby sitting money went to buying a new45 single. When I graduated from high school I got my first record player. I shut the door to my room, shut out everyone and played my records. Bob Dylan, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young and Young and Young. I loved Neil Young. But I loved Pink Floyd and the Who and earlier it was the Beatles. George Harrison was my Beatle. Every young girl had to have a Beatle, most girls chose Paul McCartney because he was the cutest, but not me I wanted to be different. Music is strong medicine... it comforted me and protected me from the craziness of what was going on around me. This was the time of the Hippies and the anti-war movement. It was a time of community and involvement. Music was real and meant something. Woodstock and Hair, music was not separate from us. It was our spirit food. And so, born and nourished of that era, music continues to be my spirit food. My record player long gone, my ipod plugged in, I dance sometimes to the rhythm of a pow-wow drum and sometimes to The Ting Tings. I meditate to the music of John Two-Hawks and become empowered by the music of Nancy Cooper Maier. I heal from the Touch the Wind CD and reminisce to Smokey Robinson. There is so much more I can say about music. How Civil Rights was won through Motown and how music can stir Alzheimer's patient's memories.
There is music in the sound of water, in the flight of birds and even the plants sing songs.
Pick up a copy of August Rush and watch it, trust me you will love it.
Dance to the music, it is all around you.