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People, I love people. I don’t know why.
They can be hurtful creatures---small, self-consumed, oversensitive, and just
darn right mean. Everybody has their own agenda. And a group of them can’t
gather for very long before some conflict is raised, factions are formed and
chaos ensues.
But music, like some magic elixir, swirls
it all around, and when the music starts, well, it brings them all
together.
Keeping time--that’s part of it. Rhythm, the
beat, like breathing, walking, the thump, thump, thump of the heart.
Everybody has to hit it together, and the rhythm itself drives them
to. Some, of course, dance better than others, but even those who stumble
a bit, are gathered into the story of a song--love lost, love sought, love
found, loneliness, hurt, joy, worship. Even music without words tells a
story in the whirling, ethereal, mystery of melody. It can make you smile.
It can make you cry, and it touches something in all of us.
A common chord.
What we play is life---Louis
Armstrong
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