The best thing about our music is that it could lift you up or help you fall into the deepest of despair. Of course this is all different at different ages. During WW II just the sound of Glen Miller's band would send the rush of patriotism rushing through your veins. Sinatra's "The House I live In" focused a nation on brotherhood regardless of differences when a nation really didn't want to think of such things. When we were a little older and a love affair bit the dust, again Sinatra's groaning of "Set them up Joe...." only made us feel the loneliness of a young love grown old before its time. Yes the music followed us into the bars as we poured our quarters into the juke box to be elated or to drown our tears in our beers. Jackie Gleason's "Music For Lovers Only" with the hauntingly beautiful Trumpet of Bobby Hacket let many a couple taste the sweetness of a lovingly hungry kiss as they swayed on the dance floor. Yes music can lift your spirits to soaring and then help dash them upon the rocks of lost loves and desires. All this transmitted through the boxes we call radio, Victrolas and Juke Boxes. While it works its magic we can be whoever the music inspires us to be. Music is truly an artistic form and art can make us aware that greater things than only the mundane can be ours, transforming us into people we really want to be even, if only for a little while.
"On Listening When The Music Plays"
The Sax is soulful
The Trumpet Blares
Sound sucks me into the box with no face
Sound enters through head side holes
And looks out through head front holes
All around all people see
Which isn't really me
Ain't music great!