I have borrowed audio recorders and microphone from the CMU Department of Journalism on a few occasions in order to work on projects for classes. Each time I receive a recorder, I check to see if there are any recordings left on it from whomever borrowed it before me. And, if I’m lucky to receive a recorder with some gifts left for me, I listen to them just for the hell of it.
Today, there were a few interviews of members of the CMU Marching Band, and then there was a recording of a guy speaking about music. I listened to it a couple times, then it kind of hit me, that to an extent, I can relate to what the male voice had to say.
And, since I know people who value the significance of music in their lives as much as I do mine and because I have friends who have played music and make music themselves, I felt this piece was something they could relate to as well.
This is for anyone who has been criticized for an instrument they play, for anyone who appreciates the art and power of music, for anyone who understands music can change lives, and for anyone who doesn’t give a shit what other people think of them for what they do.
Have a read, tell me what you think.
This I Believe: Music
I believe music is beautiful, elegant, soft, peacful. The small sounds are often missed and the true beauty behind the music is lost. The violin for example: able to create a variety of tones – those which create bass and those which can light up a room.
I began to play in earlier years, playing what I considered to be masterpieces. The sounds filled me as if I was taking a deep breath of fresh air. It was exhilirating. Then, over the years I would constantly be called “gay” and made fun of for playing such music. The violin was thought to be feminine, so i put it away for many years to sit and gather dust.
As I grew, so did my understanding. I did not need to be liked by everyone, I only needed to do what makes me happy. So I picked my violin back up and played away, filling the room with my sounds. Soon after, others began to understand and enjoyed my music. They no longer associated the violin with feminism, only a means to create music. Music which can bellow deep within a man and bring out his hidden emotions.
My hopes soared. I played whenever I could, trying to give the same joy to the rest of the world. Soon I began playing covers for more popular music, taking Rock and turning it into something beautiful.
Music is often abused by artists to fill the world with immoral standards. They will corrupt an innocent mind and make it beleive that there is only one way to live.
Music has the power that no man could ever dream of. I like to think of music of having the power to change the world for the better. It can take a man with only hours left to live and make him feel as if he is nineteen again. It can motivate a man to achieve greatness when it seems as though all hope is lost. It can take the most stubborn man and bring tears to his eyes. Music has the power to do extraordinary things.
If people would just stop for a minute — and listen — they would hear. They would hear the beauty still left in the world. They would hear all the small things; lives would be altered with just one song. I believe music puts faith back in the hearts of the faithless.
The man speaking does not give any indication of who he is or where the piece came from; whether the “This I Believe” piece is his original words or the work of someone else.
Regardless of its source, I’m glad I stumbled upon it and was able to share it with you all.