The power of music
A few years back, a friend loaned to me a video; “Alive Inside”, a film documenting the power of music with Alzheimer patients.
Patients who could not speak were brought back when listening to music from their past.
It was amazing.
Music has a power that can trigger emotions. I don’t understand it, but I like it.
Yesterday we went to see the film; “Bohemian Rhapsody”, the story of Freddie Mercury and his band Queen. At the end of the movie which was filled with Mercury’s incredible music, no one seemed to want to leave. Most people in the theatre sat through the full credits, just to keep listening to the music.
The story is quirky, funny and sad. We all chuckled when one music producer told the band no one would ever want to listen to them. I cried like a little girl as the story went on.
Music plays an huge part in each of our lives. If we hear songs from our past we are instantly transported back to that time. Happy or sad at the time, the music will remind us.
Tomorrow Tom and I are headed to Las Vegas to celebrate our 70th birthdays.
We have tickets to see the “new” Righteous Brothers. Apparently surviving duo member Bill Medley has found a sound-a-like singer to sing our late and beloved Bobby Hatfield’s parts.
I’m sure that music will take me through all periods of my life. It started back to high school when it was the perfect music to listen to with a teenaged broken heart, and on through young adulthood and one of my first dates with my late husband David.
Later we would see them again in Las Vegas. Finally, when daughter Tiffany and I took David on his final journey to California we stopped to see them in Reno.
David thanked me time again for taking him to the concert. He cried though most of it. Music is a powerful thing.
So, Tuesday night as I listen to this version of the Righteous Brothers I know there will be a flood of emotion and memory.
I’ve always wanted to have some musical talent. Sadly, I have none. I can’t imagine what it must be like to share that gift. How wonderful that would be.
This is phase two of the “road trip” season for me.
Friend Carol and I had a great time on our trip last week to the Redwoods.
Coming back we spotted in the town of Orick, CA a heard of elk. Acting like total tourists, we stopped with a number of other travelers to take some photos.
About three dozen elk apparently live in an RV park in the town. I’d love to know the back story on how that came about. I did a little research and found out there are huge numbers of these beauties in the area. Why the group we saw decided to live in an RV park is still a little puzzling.
Life is good today
— Contact Kathy Craigo-Harteis at firstname.lastname@example.org or PO Box 406, Nice Ca 95454. ■