This is a revisit of a post written last December following a magical evening with “The Fab Four” … above. At the Atlanta Symphony. Look at “George” (second from right.) A ghostly look alike. From Liverpool!
Music. One of life’s truly wondrous gifts.

We know that music can ignite the emotions, soothe the soul.

From Streisand to Springfield. From Celine to Sinatra. Music has a magic about it.

Music always plays when I write. Seems to “lubricate” my thoughts, my feelings … my words. I’m writing right now. Music is playing.

Music has a way of getting inside us. Deeply for some. Less so for others.

I’ll never forget going to see “The Jersey Boys” in New York (four more times after that); a concert given by The Bee Gees forty years ago in Philadelphia, tearfully listening to their perfect blend. Then there were The Whiffenpoofs (Google ‘em) four years ago at Yale University. On and on. These musical moments still resonate in me.

Think back. Remember when a musical, a musical moment, concert touched you?
Go pull up your favorite song. Just sit. Close you eyes. Swoon or bounce to it. Let it move you … take you somewhere else. To that special place in your heart you’ll always have reserved for it. I’m listening now to Perry Como’s “Ave Maria.” One of the most beautiful songs I ever heard. Better than any calming medication for sure.

Music … if you listen continuously as I do? Note how most songs that hit you. Embrace themes of romance and love. That’s what music does. It reaches out in love. It relieves the compressions of life. Just a bit. Or a lot! And fills you with spirit … feelings of love.

OMG … go get Alan Jackson’s “Remember When” … an unforgettable trip through life. Sinatra’s “It Was a Very Good Year” … better known. Or the beckoning of Streisand’s genius melody in “The Way We Were.”

We can harken back to a song, a tune, a performance that still… just rings your “chimes.”
Look at the facial expressions on those performing their music. A famous singer like Celine Dion. A maestro on the guitar like the late Glen Campbell. Or Itzak Pearlman on the violin. All magically immersed in their craft.

Music … I remember singing a soft tune, a nursery rhyme to my three year old daughter … now 47. The innocent, beautiful look on her face. Golden … as she listened intently. Her eyes without a blink. Only music could create a wondrous moment like this I remember with her often … share with you here.

Music and it’s magic. Wondrous …