How stripped your souls must be to remove the binding element of man. Music is more than a profiteer’s quest for money. It is more than a wager for airplay on the radio, Pandora, or Spotify. And it is more than a festival removed out of industry greed. Reducing the integrity of music to these factors denies the entirety of mankind to the treasure that is rightfully, bountifully, and historically theirs.
The value of music should not be colored with red or black ink. The worth is found in its history of communion: a mother’s first note sung to her newborn child; a front porch gathering of neighbors on a Tuesday night; boyfriends strumming to girlfriends, and a campfire’s tale of camaraderie. Music is a group of friends on a Friday night, a lonesome song in the desert, a mountaintop chorus, and a church full of praise. It’s a music hall, a three day festival, a lonely room, and a night of a lifetime .
We who stand here remind you of this. Music existed before you and it must continue to exist after you. To remove the celebration of life that is music will ensure you have a very quiet funeral.
Author’s Note: I’m laughing at myself about this morbid ending. Please help me with tips on how I could have ended this properly. I didn’t want to publish it, but writing is all about being uncomfortable, right? Thank you so much for reading my blog. 🙂 Here it goes (grimace)…