I love music. Songs can make me cry, laugh, or just smile from ear to ear. Nothing brings me more joy than belting out my favorite tunes while cruising down the road. Music has gotten me through many solo trips across Nebraska and Iowa. (Yes, I am one of those you see tapping the steering wheel and jamming out in the driver’s seat. Be thankful the windows are closed; you do not want to hear me singing.)
I’m a sucker for the sappy songs, the love songs, the stories, and the tears. I have theme songs for various points in my life. “A Change Would Do You Good” by Sheryl Crow was my anthem as I packed all my belongings in my little Mazda and moved to Colorado, leaving my comfortable Midwest behind. “The Long Way Around” by The Chicks might as well be my life motto. I always seem to take the long (and often hard) way. “Standing Outside the Fire” by Garth Brooks captures my life in my 30s, when I did my best not to get burned and stood on the outside of life. My college favorite, “Ironic,” by Alanis Morissette, became poignantly true when cancer threatened to take me just when I was beginning to live.
Music is a powerful medium. A creative force. A unifying art. We relate to the stories told through its poetic lyrics. We are soothed, consoled, encouraged, and pumped up by the melodies and rhythms. From the twang of a guitar to the thump of a deep bass to the syrupy sound of a sweet voice. What is it about music that it just cuts to the heart?
I’ve come to believe that it is a heart-to-heart connection. I’m not a songwriter, and I only dream of being able to sing, but it just feels like the words come from their soul. Stories of life, loss, love, and even the angriest ballads start from the heart. And isn’t that what draws us in? Their heart to yours.
I’ve written about this quote before, but its truth keeps revealing itself.