7 April 2012

Ah, music, the very foundation of our memories, the fables passed for generations were all sculpted in the art of song. But during the golden age known as the 21st Century, those who claim to give their life to dedication of music seem to plug in their ear phones and listen to the burning that contains horrendous language and techno beats, loud enough to start an earthquake in a far off land. What happened, I dare to ask, to plain music, sung to nothing but a group of friends with nothing but ripe vocal chords? What happened to tales in ballads spread by the art of word and mouth?

There is something about an empty house and an inspired girl that gives her the urge to jump around singing at the top of her lungs. That is music, inspiration and enjoyment.

tfedpandaThere Is Something About Music • Opuss № I