Music is the strongest form of Magic

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Growing up as a child we listened to all kinds of music.  My uncle Albert would come over to visit and bring his guitar.  He would play and sing with my mom all night.  My mom as a teenager sang on TV several times in Salinas, CA.  She had a very good voice.

She wrote a song and sold it to a band.  They were planning to debut it, but their singer got kicked in the face with a horse in Mexico.  So, they passed on the song, and it was sold to another band.  Just recently, I was at the America’s Tire shop in Salinas and heard it playing on the radio. I was taken back and had to listen carefully.  That was my mom's song she wrote. I remember her writing the music, singing it and humming it over and over. It made me happy and sad when I heard it.

As a child we learned how to play an instrument.  I was in the 3^rd grade when I learned to play the flute and piccolo.  Mr. Mora was my music teacher and I remember the armstrong flute my parents rented then purchased for me.  My big brother played the trumpet and trombone, my other brother played the drums and my little brother played the saxophone. One Mother’s Day we surprised my mom by putting on a concert.  My dad pulled a few bales of hay and we used them as benches.  We made lemonade, bologna sandwiches and chips.  She had a smile on her face the whole time until one of the cows took down a portion of a fence and they had to go and round up the cows and fix the fence.  That was a typical day on the farm.

My mom was so adamant to sign us up for music talent shows. We played songs she selected.  My big brother played the “Lonely Bull, by Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass on his trumpet, I played “Greensleeves a folk ballad by Aafje Heynis” with my flute. When I went on stage, I put the music stand up high so that nobody could see my face. Then, Mr. Mora my music teacher would come on stage and fix the stand. He would say, do not hide that face.  In the beginning I was stage fright then I got over it.

I thank my mom for instilling music in my soul. Music touches our soul because it expresses at times what we cannot verbally express ourselves or that it expresses nearly exactly how we feel. Its universal and, therefore, brings us together. It starts with a beat; raindrops tapping against a window, the roar of the ocean as the waves break and rush towards the shore, the beating of our own heart. Music brings me closer to creativity, tranquility, and beauty. Did you grow up listening to music? If so, what kind?

I will end with this quote “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”

Poppy

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