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The Day The World Turned Grey

It was a regular day in a regular world.
Birds were flying, wind was blowing, and people were moving.
An average day in the life of an average guy.
Apathy and complacency were written all over my face as I got in my car to head to work.

“Am I running late?”
“How much money do I have?”
“Can I get everything done today?”

Red light. Stop.
Green light. Go.
Hurry up already.

The wipers are moving full blast, back and forth, left and right.
A man stopped at a crosswalk and looked both ways.
Not today, guy.  I have places to be.

I made it with a minute to spare.
Let’s get down to work.
Nothing matters right now besides completing the task at hand.

Except.

I noticed something out of place
Looking up, I peer out the window to see what may have caught my attention.
A woman dancing to the beat of a street performer.

“I have things to do. Stop wasting time”
I began my work.
Methodically filling out paperwork one by one.

I gaze out the window again, on habit.
She was still there.
Moving elegantly to the rhythm of an acoustic guitar.

The music came alive through her.
Her, that woman, the medium.
Channeling each note like a serpent from a basket.

I looked back down to work.
Something was, again, different.
The color was fading.

The fresh black ink from my pen dried grey.
The blindingly white paper was grey.
Looking back at me, my reflection on my monitor showed a man grey as a ghost.

I began to panic internally
Maintaining my cool as the entire office turned grey.
Did no one else see?

I excused myself for a smoke break and stepped outside.
My lighter radiated grey as it flickered to life.
Hands shakily lighting my now dull cigarette.

Before the first puff, I look up to the performer
He was still there. The dancer was still there.
The music changed, as did her dance.

Except.

She wasn’t grey.
The guitar was grey, and the man was grey.
But she wasn’t grey.

Her color was almost blinding
Her quick movements flashing light
Flickering much brighter than the ghostly glow of my lighter.

I was as entranced with her as she was with the music.
I snuffed out the unused lit cigarette with my heel
And I made my way to the dancer.

Closer than ever before, she was even more beautiful
Her eyes glowing blue as the softest seas
Her hair falling perfectly across her shoulders

Before I could ask what she had done, she grabbed my hand
In that instant, the world came back to life, but different from before.
Colors were more vibrant..
Smells pungent, Sights sharper.
I looked to her again…
And time
Stopped.

But we remained.

Dancing to the rhythm of a new song.
And everything was the same as before

Except.

Brighter.

Music: The Most Powerful Form of Expression

Let’s cut to the chase. Music. You love it, I love it, everyone loves it. No matter who you are or where you come from, anyone can appreciate a tune. From listening leisurely to rekindling brain function (yes, its that powerful) music has a way of evoking emotion, bringing out long-lost memories, and even uniting us. It is passion at it’s finest. It is the most powerful form of expression.
I’ve always loved music. Some of my earliest memories are of standing in front of the TV singing along to such classics as Sesame Street’s “Rubber Ducky” and the one song that inspired me to learn the saxophone, “Put Down the Ducky“. Today, it wouldn’t be surprising to see me on Spotify or Youtube searching for new music and updating my playlists. To me, music is the fastest and most effective way to deal with stress as it helps me realize that in the end, none of the bad even matters (Sup Linkin Park?)
A great thing about music is that, across the many genres there are, you can always find at least one aspect of any genre that you can appreciate. If I had to choose a favorite genre it would have to be modern folk because of the deep meaning behind the lyrics, but I also listen to a lot of rap, rock, pop, punk and yes, even the repetitive genre of EDM. All of these genres bring so much to the table that it astounds me how many people choose one or two and hate on the rest. I mean, it’s like you’re sitting at the table on Thanksgiving and there’s a delicious pot of rap, a steaming plate of folk, aromatic punk, and sweet EDM for dessert….and you just take one! No way! To really be an audiophile, you need to indulge in everything. Stimulate your mind and embrace the meaning behind every song. Look for the good and stop hating!
Did you check out that snippet of video I linked earlier about Henry? No? Well do it. Okay, wasn’t that incredible? Sit back and think about that for a second. This elderly man who is in a very deep stage of Alzheimer’s reverses his condition in a sense and gives him the ability to once again interact with the world around him. Music, seemingly nothing more than a brief auditory experience, did more for this man than any pharmaceutical company ever could. He is once again connected to his past and with it, his memories. After watching a miracle like this, how can you not be passionate about the world’s best drug?

“It gives me the feeling of love, of romance…I feel the band of love and dreams”

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