I really could just stop at the title, but I won't.
Music saves my soul,literally. Tonight I was feeling blah, depressed,despaired. I'm sure ya'll can relate. You know that feeling that makes you want lie down on the floor in a little ball and let the day just crawl over you. The pit in your stomach that make you feel nauseated. The dizziness that washes over you every time you move. You know that feeling.
During this evening's mists of despair, my friend YouTube rescued me with it's myriad of music videos. I Googled my way through my soul's trial, conviction and it's glorious acquittal. Tonight it was set free by the drug induced beat of the 60's.
The eerie voice of Jefferson Airplane's White Rabbit, Hendrix's Voodoo Child, Queen's Somebody to love. Songs like All Along the Watchtower and House of the Rising Son bathed me in melodic therapy. The kind of therapy that feeds the fire until it burns to oblivion.
Music is the only thing with that kind of power. Melody, rhythm, lyrics can consume all the hate, love and loathing you're feeling in a day. Music understands, inspires, and comforts all your hurts, thoughts and dreams. Music gives you redemption, recognition, and resurrection to conquer tomorrow. Music speaks when you can't find the words. It feels when you can't find emotion. It touches when you can't move inside yourself.
Music saves my soul from torture when my oded wants to destroy it.
Here's a few samples from tonight's saving:(click then close your eyes and be saved)
