Music That Moves...a report I wrote as cheesy as possible.


Socrates once stated “Wisdom begins in wonder.” Sometimes, I think we become so complacent with the standard rules and regulations within society today, that we fail to recognize the unexplainable creativity that is within mankind today. I mean, there is wonder that will eventually be explained, such as I wonder if I'll ever have a family, I wonder where my life is going, I wonder how previous events effect the future, sometimes I wonder if I'll even live to see the age of 20. Some of the deeper wonders that I hope and believe will eventually be fulfilled is who is God? Are these promises and desires about the beauty of heaven and God true? I honestly think it is extremely healthy to just sit and wonder about certain topics of life, rather than just accepting the black and white that is the norm that society states today.

For me, I believe I became so complacent and made the silent statement that “music is just music” and it is truly all the same. For me, my favorite is when the bass hits the chest, and then the rest....well, the rest is history. Literally, there is certain music that when it hits, nothing else matters to me.
Music is defined as vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) combined in such a way as to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion. Maybe we become so focused on the music that truly moves us personally, that we don't consider other forms of music as being music. That was the unfortunate situation for me. You see, I was so focused on what moved me that I truly had
tunnel vision to the beautiful forms of music that has been created.
The Kansas City Symphony provided me with a level of wonderment that was beautiful. It was truly, incredibly, beautiful. I used to play viola for a period of time, and during that time music would move me in such a way that it wouldn't “hit” me, rather it would...well...move me. It would move me to a direction of peace and relaxation that would allow me to sit there and wonder about those deeper topics. All of a sudden, I began to wonder about the music itself. I began to wonder how in the world could someone be so musically inclined? How can they put the notes together in such a sense that the music would sustain over years and years of musical generation gaps? How is that possible?

My reaction to the performance was..well..wow. Just, wow. While I was in absolute awestruck admiration by the whole entire performance, I would have to say my favorite song was “L'Indifferent” by Ravel. Joyce DiDonato's voice was absolutely beautiful and showed a glorious gift from God.
Whenever I first entered the concert hall, I just stood there for a moment because I could not believe how incredible this concert hall appeared to be! It was rows upon rows that would eventually be filled with people that loved the classical, simple aspects of life. (That were also wearing very nice dresses and suits. I, in my jeans and nice shirt, stuck out like a penguin in Kansas.) After I was escorted to my seat, which was two rows up from the orchestra, I was overcome by sheer excitement for the fact that I was actually TWO ROWS AWAY from this orchestra. I could nearly read their music!

This concert brought the former sense of wonder that was ever so present at one point in my life, BACK into my life and my heart. Since this concert, I have found myself playing the Mozart station on Pandora nearly just as much as I do any other station.

Once one begins to lose the wonder of the basic elements of life, one can and will begin to lose appreciation for the simplistic complex beautiful nature of this life, such as the music that moves.

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