Why music?

You get out of bed and limp into the bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror and think: “Lord, I hate myself.” You turn on your phone, put on your favorite song. 30 minutes later you jump out of the bathroom, singing out loud: “Gooooodmorning Baltimore!”

Depending on who you are the choice of music will be different. And I’ve always wondered: “Why is music so incredible? What is it about these sounds that makes your mood goes up or down?” Well I think it lies in our blood. Our brain. Our soul. Once upon time a hairy old cave man hit a stone with a stick and he heard a sound. And that would be the beginning. He began to hit other things (I sure hope it wasn’t other people) and suddenly, after some time, the drums were invented. I do believe too that it was the black people how invented the drums. Maybe even music. Just look at them! They can dance better than everybody! Don’t call me a racist or anything I admire them who can what I’ll never be able to. I’ll never be able to dance. Or sing for that matter of what. But that doesn’t stop me for loving those things. Music means everything to me and even though I rarely dance I’m pretty sure I couldn’t live without that in the end either. The ending line? Music is good for your soul. It’s true…!