Music Matters
Everyday rhythms, the soundtrack of life. Same commute, different people: you each have your journey in your ears.
Everyday rhythms, the soundtrack of life. Same commute, different people: you each have your journey in your ears.
“Vibratory”: now that’s the key. The vibrations, the internal rhythm of the body, the spanda.
Music in yoga class can either enhance practice or ruin it. If you play the same old “yoga music”, chances are that I’ll grit my teeth the whole class.
At school in France I was in advanced placement, but you know who really taught me English? Madonna, Morrissey and The Smiths.
And the radio. Oh the radio! Bless the mighty eighties, the Decade of the Great Musical Catastrophe!
Four intense days, a collective moment of releasing emotions, of feeling joy, of sharing. And, yes, Britney Spears.
Music is a support system and has a healing quality. Especially when accompanied with loud singing.
Listen to music, completely abandoned to it. Surrendering to sensation, stop your mind to feel, and get in touch with yourself again, deep down.
Lovely Boyfriend is closing the door between the two rooms. That can only mean one thing: he is going to rummage in his stack of CDs and put some music on.
Sometimes we use music to cut ourselves off from the rest of the world.
This is what I want when I listen to music, any kind of music. I want to be able to set my imagination on fire. Stevin’s music is truly a vibrant celebration of life.
You are a musician and you don’t know it. Truth is, we all are, every living organism on the planet, even that unicellular thingy you cannot see unless you view it through a microscope.