Read the other day where a person described her family as non-musical. That's actually hard for me to fathom.
How fortunate I feel to have had so much music in my life. All the piano accompanying I did for my Mom my whole life, beginning when I was about 8 or so. Often it felt like a chore. And often it was. And how often, now, I feel gratitude for those experiences.
I haven't often felt like I had much to contribute to this world, and won't really leave it a better place. But I have "played" a teensy part in spreading God's love / message / beauty in my little corner through that wonderful medium.
I love this:
"Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing." --John Erskine
And this one:
"Music is love in search of a word." --Sidonie Gabrielle
It is a language I love, and one in which I aim to become more fluent. (And perhaps shed some of my meanness and sarcasm along the way.)
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