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The Importance of Music In One's Life!

Ajabi
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11/22/2014 11:35:12 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
As what happens when I listen to music, I am currently emotional. I'm about 25 minutes into Messiah by Handel, and I feel magnificent. I mean for me music is very important, it helps me recharge myself emotionally, and mentally. One other song that I greatly love is St. Mathew's Passion by Johann Bach.

Is music that important to you? I mean does it help recharge you like it does me, or is it just like a hobby or a fun thing you do. For me music is just so much more.

"...and lo! The Angel of the Lord"
FaustianJustice
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11/22/2014 11:51:42 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 11/22/2014 11:35:12 AM, Ajabi wrote:
As what happens when I listen to music, I am currently emotional. I'm about 25 minutes into Messiah by Handel, and I feel magnificent. I mean for me music is very important, it helps me recharge myself emotionally, and mentally. One other song that I greatly love is St. Mathew's Passion by Johann Bach.

Is music that important to you? I mean does it help recharge you like it does me, or is it just like a hobby or a fun thing you do. For me music is just so much more.

"...and lo! The Angel of the Lord"

Its not the what that makes things important, sometimes its the why.
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Subutai
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11/22/2014 10:57:29 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
I like to think of music as more than a hobby for me. If I listen to the right song, I feel like I'm in a completely different state of mind. If I listen to the right song, I feel sadder than I would feel than I would if just about anything else happened. I regularly spend three hours a day listening to music, and often times more.
Lying on the hill, crawling over the windowsill into your living room, they stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads, bodies torn by vultures. You are the man whose hands are rank with the smell of death. - Peter Hammill, "The Emperor in His War Room"