I believe that music keeps us alive. The cavemen discovered it by banging two sticks together in rhythm, the Native Americans evolved music to drumming on a tom-tom while hollering in unison, and Beethoven honed and crafted it with his classical harpsichord. Little kids take lessons from their tutors to learn it. Promising students sacrifice careers as doctors or politicians to pursue it. It lifts people up, drags people down, unites struggling couples, and brings back precious memories. Hundreds of people graced with talent rise to fame for the sole reason that they understand the language that music speaks. The music industry globally grosses 75$ billion dollars a year, a factor that I greatly contribute too.
My music that I create on my piano an important staple in my life. My stress from school, sports and girls ceases the moment I occupy my oaken piano bench. My fingers tremble as the tension is released. I know that others share this same passion, whether it is the joy of listening to a certain tune to cheer one up, or a couples “song” that is played at their wedding, people worldwide share an inner love for music. I couldn’t see myself surviving without having the ability to lay down on my blue cotton sheets, whip out my iPod, and listen to Colin Hays acoustic version of Overkill after a terrorizing day at school.
Think back to Kindergarten. We learned our letters by singing the alphabet song. For children, simple lessons are put into a sing-song fashion to enable the child to comprehend it. Music is used throughout the school system in all subjects, as little acronyms that we attempt to sing to the tune of “Pop Goes the Weasel.” Companies take advantage of this same trick, and use them as jingles. These somewhat annoying jingles stick in our head and eternally brand either that fast-food restaurant, or carpet companies name into our memories.
I see my classmates tapping their foot in school to a song that only resides inside that persons head. I tap my pencil, nod, and hum to songs that thump to the beat of my heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. It’s the music of my heart that keeps me alive.