A few people have asked me to write about a few different aspects of music. Why it’s important. How it affects people. How it changes things. What it means. I’ve even been bugged because I haven’t written it yet. So here are some thoughts. Apologies now if they’re not all together.
Open your computer. Go to spotify (assuming that you have it) and pick a playlist that you made a couple years ago. (This works with iTunes too). Set it on shuffle and close your eyes. Do you remember why you made it? What do you feel? I have a playlist on my spotify account simply called “Sad.” I made it my junior year of college, and I remember listening to it on repeat. I used to spend a lot of my life simply that, simply sad. Music had a way of speaking into that part of me.
I have playlists that I made because the guy I was hanging out with at the time showed me all these bands. Those playlists made me feel closer to whoever they were for.
I have playlists from road trips I took with my favorite person, my bestie, my soul sister. Playlists filled with songs we would belt like ballads, songs that we would fake sob to, and songs that just made us laugh. I’m a lyric person, she’s a beat person, so when we find the perfect combination, the song is gold.
Often times, people will say something that will remind me of a song lyric and I’ll just quote it, or start singing the song. It makes me laugh. It reminds me of a different time. It gives me something to share.
There are songs that I could almost say have saved my life. I think God speaks to me through music sometimes. And he quite possibly uses my music to speak to people sometimes.
Sometimes there are no words to say. But then a song says it. Songs say what you can’t say on your own. They have the depth, tone, and emotion that words on their own don’t.
I know I’ve talked about it before, but the song Jesus, Jesus by Noah Gundersen is one that I keep coming back to. There’s an honesty there that is hard to find.
Jesus, Jesus, there are those who say they love you, but they have treated me so god damn mean. And I know you said, “Forgive them, for they know not what they do,” but sometimes I think they do, and I think about you. If all the heathens burn in hell, do all their children burn as well? What about the Muslims and the gays and the unwed mothers? What about me and all my friends; are we all sinners, if we sin? Does it even matter in the end if we’re unhappy?
That’s not something that you can just say to most people. Put it in a song? It says it all. Songs have soul. You want to see a glimpse of someone’s soul? Hope that they’re a musician. I firmly believe that anyone can find a song, even if they don’t get to play it or sing it more than once, ever.
Imagine a life without music. Without birds that sing. Without love songs and breakup songs and songs about Jesus. A lot less would be said. A lot more broken people would be unheard. Music makes us whole again. Go find your song.