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Friday, October 22, 2010, 11:42 PM
All the great artists go through a stage in their career where they realize that at some point, the music they make can actually make a difference, not in the top 40s billboard charts or on the VH1 top 100 list of the year, but make a difference to a life. Bob marley believed that music could literally heal people. Spreading it like an infection throughout the world could heal people. The Beatles believed that they were small. Despite being one of the biggest pop culture icons of the 20th century and having so much fame, money and popularity, they realized that they are small and life goes on within them and without them. Jason Mraz, Bono, Ryan Adams, the list is endless. All the greatest artists in the world at some point stop giving a damn about how popular they are, throw away the distractions of the camera and the screaming fans and get down to the real essence of it all that started everything in the first place; the music. The real music that can feed your soul, words that can speak straight to the inner rings of your heart, melodies and rhythms that can seep straight into your bones and become part of your body even if for about 3 minutes; real music can set generations of people apart, bring them together, speak to a thousand and one deaf people, touch a hundred or so blind people, and free a million or so slaves trapped behind the cage of oppression. It's everything. It's the freedom we all search for. All this conformity to the latest trend, the swallowing of the bitter pill that the 'hip' and 'cool' try to force down our throats, cultivating the mind like a corn crop, programming one by one like a room full of robots. I salute the artists who dedicate their lives to making a difference, who now and forever realize that there is a greater world out there worth fighting for, some higher power that transcends any kind of temporal desire; the force of a million hearts beating as one drum, the wind produced by a thousand leaves falling in the same direction, the sound of a hundred pebbles rolling down a mossy mountain side, the vibrations on the ground of a dozen or so children running through the fishing villages of Ghana praying one day to be free, and the voice of one person, speaking straight to the depths of your soul, touching every nerve and every sense of your physique, until you realize that the beauty in life, the rich essence of our world lies so far beyond what we can see with our own two eyes. Unforgettable and unmistakable. I dream for that one moment when i can see. We take too many things for granted, sometimes all we need is just a reminder of the reality that sits behind this facade of aesthetics we've created for ourselves, reminded that in some place and in some time, the spirt and power of music can move mountains. |
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