It seems that lately the only thing I’ve felt like sharing and writing about is music. And why not? It is a driving force in my life and has been since I was a child (my grandmother used to tell me that she knew I’d be a singer based on how I wailed as a baby 😉 ). Surprisingly it is a force that I don’t publicly speak about a great deal (I was recently surprised to read my Twitter profile where I mention things I love and music is not listed).
The point is I love music, perhaps more than anything else in life. It is the universal language that can transcend cultures, conflict, pain, happiness, sorrow, joy. I’ve had the unique experience of speaking music with people of many different cultures and backgrounds and am consistently amazed at how common ground is found with something so simply complex. If I had one true love in life, it would be music.
So perhaps this will be my forum for sharing the music I love; the music that moves and touches my life. I’ve written about so many different things here, it seems music is something that never fades, my passion for it remaining resolute.
The Indigo Girls are a band that have been around for about 30 years, most of my life. I didn’t really become of fan of them until I went off to college, but as soon as I heard them, I was in love. Their ability to write lyrics that touch the soul may perhaps be unmatched (in my humble opinion). They also have two voices made for each other, their harmonies perfection. They move as one and are unified in their vision to speak the truth through song.
This is perhaps one of my favorite songs about how Emily upon reading Virginia Woolf’s diary, was changed by what Ms. Woolf had to say.
Subsequently, the title of this post is from another Indigo Girls song called Strange Fire, in case you care to look it up.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjgnZco5riI
I share the same love of music Mel. And if there’s one thing that really winds me up, and that I don’t get, is when you’re listening to (for want of a better genre description) melancholic music and people say “slit your wrists music this Richard, sooo depressing”. I’ve never heard any music that’s depressing. All music is uplifting irrespective of the tempo or lyrical content. Calming or introspective it may be, but never depressing.
Two words Mel: Smoke Feathers. x
Totally agree with you, Richard. Melancholic music is often sometimes my favorite. And yes, I’ve heard Smoke Feathers. 😉