There are some notes played on a
horn that can just carry you off to someplace else. It is a mellow sound that seems to stimulate
that part of your brain that looks more inward than out. There isn’t any thinking involved, it just
happens. You mentally follow it blindly,
for it is one of those rides that causes absolutely everyone to say, “Let’s go
again. Let’s do it again.” You never
want it to end.
Only once, did I experience this
with a violin. It was magical. I was surrounded by strangers, while at the
same time off in my own little world.
The sound seemed to make a connection, but to what, I don’t know. Were I a better writer, I’d be able to put it
into words but that is not the case.
Then again, isn’t that the point of music. No words required, no grammatical rules, no
punctuation, just pure storytelling that extends beyond the margins.
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