“Shut down that crazy music!” – this, is one thing I hated of my teen years.
One thing that Ms. Ace and I have in common, is love for music.
Music all around. From the start of our days till we go back to bed, there’s music everywhere.
Electronic. Pop. Latin salsa. Brazilian bossa nova. Lo-fi piano. Classical. Baroque. Ballet. Folk. Blues. Jazz.
From Bjork to Bach. From obscure Japanese jazz to experimental “musique concrète” and jungle rhythms. From ambient synths to African drums. You name it and we have played it at least once.
Some music is fleeting and frivolous -like a delicate sakura- it will not be there anymore to be remembered a couple of months from now. Some music is complex and challenging -like climbing a mountain, it takes weeks of training to learn to appreciate it, and once you are good at it, it stays with you.
No other sense evokes so many memories. Maybe the sense of smell is close, but not as good and practical. You cannot carry smell around, but can take music with you and enjoy it with loved ones. You can share it. You can send it as a gift to a loved one. You can relive memories with it.
And it does not matter where you are or what you do, everything is so much better with music.
Even bad news are better with music.