Why I Love Music as Written to a Friend

I think there are three main reasons I love music: it calms me; it inspires me; it keeps memories for me. When I’m stressed out or tired and I just need to unwind, music is my solution. Nothing transforms a bad day into a great day, like a little bit of Les Mis, Allison Krauss, or Eine Kleine Nachmusic, depending on my mood. I can feel the river of sound washing over me as I sit back and enjoy the sensation of every unwanted thought being washed out of my mind. But it’s not only listening to music that purges me of daily stress; singing does too. It’s satisfying and liberating, just to sing out some long clear notes and listen to them as they dance away, carrying anxiety and fear with them. Music also helps me during my work, especially when writing. If I’m writing a paper about something intense, I might listen to Beethoven’s 5th Symphony; or if I’m writing about something sad, “The Ashokan Farewell”; if I’m going for light and happy, I might try a waltz, like “Blue Danube.” When all those different moods are streaming into my brain though my ears, words suddenly flow out of my mind that I never would have thought of before. And there’s another very special thing that music does: it keeps memories. It holds them, preserves them, as if in box or a jar. Any time I want to go back to when I was a little kid, when I was a freshman in high school, or just to a few months ago, I turn on the music that I was listening to at the time, and suddenly I recall exactly what it was like to be me at that time of life. Music is a mystery you can never fully understand, it’s a beauty without which the world could not function. It’s a gift no one should ever take for granted.

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