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Open Minds, Open Hearts, Open Ears

Sometimes I think we are too hard on one another.

My husband likes to say "There is an ass for every seat." I like to think of music that way. There is a sound for every ear. Something out there can speak to everyone. You just need to find that special sound to you. You would think that with all the sounds in this world, we would be content with the music we love. That is not the case. Every time I log onto any sort of social media, I see a lot of one person ripping on another for their choice of what they put in their ears. I guess they think there is a choice.

So we are clear, I don't think there is.

We don't choose music. Music chooses us. There are bands and artists I actively tried to avoid liking and found myself fully engulfed in. The fact is, music is spiritual. Music speaks to the soul. Sometimes when we desperately need someone, anyone, to understand what we are going through we find our refuge in a song. I don't believe that is an accident. I think music chooses us.

I have always been eclectic in my choices of music. My tastes go from the sublime to the ridiculous and everywhere in between and I kind of like that. I find myself pulled towards very moving and vocally driven music but I am delighted by anything I can shake my ass to. At the same time, I like to hear a sound that gets into my soul, far under my skin, and pokes at my heart until it bleeds. I want to feel what the writer was feeling. Some people hate that shit.

All that being said, why in the world do we feel the need to knock other people for the sounds that speak to them? I get it...there are images to uphold and vanities to cater to, but at the end of the day the song you think nothing of might be the one thing that gets someone else through one day and into another.

Stop being to judgmental, kids. This life is too short and there is enough ear food for everyone.


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