Music, similar to the next expressive arts, is the thing that feeds the spirit and contacts the body, moving it. Any individual who has grown up with a musical environment knows the gigantic part that music plays in one's memory. Also, any individual who has "been familiar with the night" as Robert Frost put it, knows and can identify with the Blues. Music can accommodate our mind-sets, also. I will consistently recall riding alongside a companion years prior. This companion adored hard shake, however, he had Johnny Cash's "Sunday Morning Coming Down" playing as I got into the vehicle. "What is this?" I inquired. "You absolutely never tune in to Country Western; truth be told, you despise it!" Truly, once in a while we are incongruity with what music says and it converses with us, and pulls at our souls in most strange ways, sustaining, ameliorating, sympathizing, exhilarating, alleviating, fortifying us against the dim. What might ...
