Music got me through my childhood. Good times or bad, there was always a tune that suited the occasion. Whether it be Boyz II Men or Vivaldi, I always had something to depend on. I remember unskillfully trying to figure out the 30-odd keyed synthesizer I had, and the fact that I always ran out of keys when playing it. I fiddled out the most elementary of songs on it, compositions Mozart would shake his head at. But regardless, those were some of the best times I had.
I am still easily awed by a good song, those so well-written it just makes you wonder. Right now, I'm fascinated by the works of Michael Giacchino, the songwriter for "LOST." Take a listen to "There's no place like home" and you'll notice two concurrent melodies, that together amazingly sound like relative harmonies.
Finding a good song means you'll never get bored of it on repeat. But there is something special about actually being a part of the music. The only thing better to listening to great music is actually playing it.
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