The world is crazy.
The world is crazy and sometimes you get so wrapped up in the “I know you didn’t ask me to’s” and “No you didn’ts” that your brain gets squeezed to the cusp of a comma, but you have to go along for the ride because it’s called … making a living.
You think about the things done to you, about you, and not for you. And the more you think, the more you get pissed. And the more you get pissed, the more you plot. Cuz you got to get them back. They were wrong and you were right. That’s the point.
So you plot. Scenarios worthy of Bush surveillance. And your chest gets tight. And your breathing gets hard. And your pressure gets high. And now you’re really pissed. And you’d probably blow. Or fester. For hours. Days. Weeks. But then a song comes on.
Music has saved me from my stupidity more times than one can count.
The universal language that slides you over a roller coaster of emotions, it takes you from A to Z, lingers on B, C, & D. Moves you high, keeps you low, slithers in, lingers out, then finds new directions to explore inside you that you didn’t even know existed.
Music is something we remember the words to thirty years later, when we can’t remember our ABC’s.
As easy as 1-2-3
It’s like counting up to 3
Or as simple as do re mi
That’s how easy love can be 1
Music reminds us where we were, what we wore, and whom we wore it for. What we were doing, whom we were doing it with, and why we should have stopped. The smile now on our face … priceless.
From the drop of a beat felt deep way down, music can trace every step our lives have taken and the lines we took to get there.
The world may be crazy, but music keeps me sane.
Music inspires us. Advises us.
Cleanses and heals.
Makes us cry. Makes us laugh. Despair, then repair.
Music makes an ugly man look good, and fools us that a fine man performed better.
But whether country, jazz, blues, or r&b. Gospel, classical, hip hop, or rap.
Music keeps me sane.
I believe I can fly,
I believe I can touch the sky.
I believe I can soar.
See me walking through that open door. 2
… and I do. Despite the naysayers and doubts in my head, I believe, no I know. Even if only for a moment. And sometimes that’s all I need to skip my rock over the pond. A rock that may only touch one. But one that may go on to touch millions.
Got a broken heart and your friends are tired of hearing about it.
Music.
Getting on your sister’s last nerve, all nerves, she won’t pick up the phone.
Music.
Finally got that raise after everybody got theirs years ago. Celebrate. It’s the principal, not the debate.
Music.
Body broken and torn. Weary to the core.
Music.
Newborn baby bringing joy to the world.
Music.
Bumping down the freeway, feeling great, and not a cop in sight.
Music. And crank it up.
Getting some bang bang from the bing bing with some bling bling.
Music.
Praising the one from whom your blessings flow.
Music.
Cause you need to shout.
Music.
Cause you need to holla.
Music.
Just because …
Music.
Yeah, it’s Music.
It saves.
1 ABC, Jackson Five. Motown (1992)
2 I Believe I Can Fly, R. Kelly. Jive (1996)
