So, every now and again, I get into a mood where I just want to go out into my "man cave" (read garage), and crank up my stereo and listen to some good hard loud r&b.
Tonight, as I was in one of those interludes, a couple of things struck me:
1) How music makes the brain go "quiet." I mean, it's almost impossible to think about things when you're listening to whatever music 'strikes a chord' in you;
2) How music seems to be one of those 'languages' to which everyone can relate. Even if the chord structure and nuances of the melodies are unfamiliar, it seems like, with fairly little effort, almost everyone can find some degree of common ground when listening to music.
Of course, I've made several generalizations here, and they most probably bear justifiable correction.
But, if you will, an extrapolation to add: Perhaps there is something "spiritual" about music? I mean, after all, why would an aborigine want to waste his time stringing catgut on a limb, just so he could pull the twine and make a different series of sounds? Did that put meat in his belly? Or make his children live longer?
Maybe that's why so many religions virtually require melodious accompaniment as an integral part of their social construct?
Just a thought...as my eyes look up toward the Pleaides.