I do not know how we humans came about to make and play music, but I know it is everywhere in our lives today. I do not think there is a day that goes by without hearing some kind of music. Classic or modern, live or recorded, upbeat or sombre, long or short, loud or quiet… music is around us in all sounds and semantics.
Some we willfully listen to because they make us feel better regardless of whether we are happy or sad, others we listen to by chance because they are playing in the background while we concentrate on something else, and still others we find ourselves listening to because seemingly random noise all of a sudden become music to our ears.
Music is such an integral part of our lives, I do not believe it can be taken away from us. Even if someone tries to, and think they have succeeded, I am quite certain that music will resurge and find its way back to us.
Maybe when it is played again it will bring back sad memories, but maybe we will find comfort and hope in hearing it again.
Maybe when it is played again we are concentrating so much on striking back on those who tried to take it away from us it is barely perceptible, but maybe we will find closure, or at least some hints on how to dissipate destructive intentions more constructively, in hearing it again.
And maybe when we hear of news of music being played again where it was once taken away, maybe we will find the news to be music to our ears.
I am glad to hear that music is being played again at le Bataclan. Hallelujah, the music plays on in Paris.
A last note: Thank you, L.C., the legendary Canadian singer-songwriter, for sharing with us so much of your music… we will miss you now that you have been taken away from us, but your music will definitely be played on in us.