something you have to experience to fully get
for the first time in my life, last night, a person (ok, it was a beautiful woman, and perhaps she knows who she is, but, if she doesn't, maybe some day i'll again meet her and get to thank her for it, because it was beautiful, and she was beautiful) i don't know walked up to me after i played a little and complimented me for it. it was just the simplest, most generous of sentiments, spoken earnestly and honestly (i can only believe, and don't you DARE suggest to me otherwise) and offered from the heart. it was part "thank you" and part "let me give some of this here beautiful feeling back to you", and i'm here to say there's nothing, absolutely nothing, like it. oh, maybe the squeeze of a hand from your best girl, (or guy), but this is also completely unique, because it's a connection of an intimate kind between two people who have never known each other before, and who quite likely will only know each other through that instant of magic that will never come again in exactly the same way, but which can dwell inside us as a memory for as long as we choose to keep it. (and maybe even longer, but that's not the point).
music connects people in a way that no other art can. it's communication of the most direct and beautiful kind. it can stir and it can swell and it can make a moment in time that nothing else can touch. you don't even have to be very good at it to know--you just have to play, (or even just listen!), and let what's inside you come out, just a little, and watch for it to be reflected back to you. because it will be.
if anyone tries to tell you that we can survive on just math and science and history and english in our public schools, you tell them for me that such is absolute bullshit. (profanity is used sparingly here, but in honor of my 13 year old best girl who will say such things when they're right, i'll say such things when they're right). i realize as i'm struggling to parse comprehensible musical syllables from stumbling and stuttering fingers that i'm sourcing back to a deep well of possibility that was placed there for me by, among many other moments of my life, the foundation of music imparted to me by my public school music curriculum. notes inhabit a scale. scales have steps, and major and minor variations, and sharps and flats that give it life, and bend it and shape it into life that is new every time. notes sing together in chords, and can travel in harmony of two and many more parts. meter is the foundation, and there is as much magic in the space between as there is within the melody and it's harmony--sometimes so much more. it's all a language i was shown as a child, and though i ignored so much of it as surely as many (most?) of you did, some of it got through, and, apparently, and wonderfully, some of it stuck. today, feeling myself once again the luckiest man in the world, i realize how impoverished i would be, were it not for that foundation upon which all the rest of this beauty must be built. you may not think of it, and not in that way, but this is inside you too.
listen to the music in your heart. if nothing else, reward it with the listening of more. and realize how much further our love can go, as a people and as a planet, if we equip our children to be able to sing to each other. play to each other. communicate with each other just as only two (or two hundred or two thousand) people can. purely. without artifice, disingenuity, or corruption. just so.
i've only been to the briefest glimpses of what lies beyond this little taste. it's beautiful. listen to the music!