I left for work in a bit of tumult yesterday. Frustrated and preoccupied with an emotional wrangle. I turned on the radio. A second of silence then George Harrison's opening guitar figure to 'In My Life'. One of John's more radiant moments. I'm singing aloud in the car in full traffic. I don't care, it's the f-ing Beatles. A baroque solo and up to the ending coda. This song can touch any soul. Then began what was undoubtedly to be several minutes of commercials, so I switched on a CD. A song of mine for which the lyrics are still forming (a bit about connectivity, family, and unspoken bonds). When that ended, I switched back to the radio. Another silent pause and then the choir of angels intro to 'Don't Worry Baby'. The song's impact so far transcends the actual lyric. Brian Wilson's voice is a treasure of humankind. With the song over, I turned everything off wanting nothing impure to infiltrate the sphere the music had created.
I opened my mouth and, without any forethought, heard myself utter the phrase MUSIC IS THE BREATH OF GOD.
I don't believe I've heard it elsewhere -but maybe I have? At any rate I spent the next hour thinking on music's ability to crystallise a moment or emotion and simultaneously allow you transcend.
Music is one of the true arts and it connects us to the divine.
What am I trying to express here? I'm only vaguely sure myself.
Noel
I opened my mouth and, without any forethought, heard myself utter the phrase MUSIC IS THE BREATH OF GOD.
I don't believe I've heard it elsewhere -but maybe I have? At any rate I spent the next hour thinking on music's ability to crystallise a moment or emotion and simultaneously allow you transcend.
Music is one of the true arts and it connects us to the divine.
What am I trying to express here? I'm only vaguely sure myself.
Noel
across the endless sky we are deployed
