Any way I try to explain the way I feel about it… Nope, even the most beautifully penned words I can Google on the subject are all understatements of describing an ultimate gift of life: MUSIC.
Ah, but here I will try.
I’m not a particularly great pianist, singer or dancer, but my training and experience in all of the above has enhanced my passion for music. All of it together has educated me in a way that if it was deleted from my life, I would be empty.
I could blame my mom. She sang many a memorized song to all of us as babies and beyond. I was baby #4 so I’m sure her lullabying started while I was in utero. But actually I think I’ve just been getting a reminder and a sneak preview of the exquisite power of music my spirit already knows. I believe this power does not just come through songs about my God and Savior, at the same time I have no doubt that the truth in all music speaks of Their brilliance.
I have thought of the unearthly power of music countless times, including the other night when I heard Justin Timberlake and Charlie Sexton sing their Hope for Haiti Now rendition of Hallelujah (WOWzer!) and again last night in my car while eating my In-N-Out.
As I ate my burger I remembered that my We Also Sing! choir CD was in my car’s player. (One of the things that sets this particular choir apart is that we get a professional recording of our concert.) I hesitated to listen to the CD because it was Christmas music and (surprise, surprise) I do like a little break from it–but then I pushed ‘play’ anyway. Once again, I was moved to chills and tears. It was not just the music that moved me; in those moments, I relived the experience of it all.
Some of the most memorable experiences of my life were set to music and because of this I’m convinced there should be a soundtrack to our lives. I’ll share a bit of what mine would contain. Whenever I hear these songs or albums the feelings and memories come rushing back.
1975+: “Mother I Love You” – When I think of this song I hear–in my mind–both my mom singing and the creaks of the wooden rocking chair.
1982: Corey Hart’s “Sunglasses at Night” and Sylvia’s “Nobody” – Standing on a chair to make me tall enough for the vacuum to be used as my microphone while singing in my bedroom.
1987: “Wind Beneath My Wings” – My first piano solo in the Jr. High talent show which started my choir ‘career’.
1990: “When You Say Nothing At All” – The first time I fell in love.
1987-1993: Tchiakovsky or Janet Jackson’s Rythm Nation album – The exhilaration of performing on stage as a ballet and Drill Team dancer.
1990: Alabama’s Christmas Album – Catching the Spirit of Christmas like never before while hearing my brother twanging, “Oh, Thistle Harrr the Christmas Barrr.”
1994-1998: Def Leppard, Celine Dion, the soundtrack to Bed of Roses – The great years with JF.
1999-2001: Sting’s All This Time album – Discovering a love for Jazz music while living in Topeka, Kansas and hearing live Jazz in Kansas City.
2002: Coldplay – Shopping on The Magnificent Mile in Chicago (cuz I bought my first of their albums there).
2005: Kurt Bestor & Sam Cardon’s “Requiem” – The #1 salve outside of the temple for PTSD.
2006: George Strait’s “She Let Herself Go” – My new start. My trip to Hawaii.
2006: Gnarls Barkley’s “Crazy” – Bundled to the max while walking the cobblestone streets of Amsterdam to the pace of it playing on my brand new iPod.
2007: Katy Perry’s “Hot N Cold” – Singles dances and meeting my man.
2007: Pussycat Dolls’ “Sway” – Alan teaching me to ballroom in my Orem basement apartment.
2008: Dan Fogelberg’s “I’m Missing You” – Mowing the lawn while Alan was in Iraq.
2007 & 2009: My We Also Sing! CDs – Singing in the Salt Lake Tabernacle and feeling a power unlike anything I’ve experienced.
There’s a start.
Care to share some of your music memories?
Ok. Here’s a fitting quote by Sergei Rochmaninov: “Music is enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for music.”