Tuesday, August 7, 2012


It isn't a far stretch for me to imagine movement when I think of music.   A favorite song has the ability to make us dance in front of others, to drum our fingers against the steering wheel--we even bob our heads to the beat.

We hear it, we feel it, we have our personal tastes and understanding of what music is and what it means to us.

I thought of architecture (surprise!) when I considered the transformational power of music. Just like this incredible walking bridge, our emotions can start at one place in the song and end at another.


And of course there is rhythm. The beat of the drums and the bass guitar are the very reasons we are prone to head bobbing.

Music is mysterious. We don't always understand why we like a particular song, but that music can churn up specific memories decades later when we can remember what we were wearing, the time of day and of course, the person we were with.

This same mystery can be applied to the beauty of chants echoing through the stone walls of this cathedral destroyed during the reign of King Henry VIII. 

Music is a powerful media--filled with love, longing, power and emotion.

I can't say I have favorites, but I do love the big bands, the 50's, 60's and 70's. Keep it country for today's music mixed in with some spiritual music.  And I can't forget the old hymns that take me back to my grandmother's country church.  

Do you have favorites or music memories to share?


  1. Curiously, I wrote about my connection to music on my blog today. I loved reading your favourites -- very similar to my own. Here is what I wrote about music this morning:

  2. I think music brings up so many different emotions. I love how you related music to your photos.

  3. Wonderful analogy of architecture to music
    and lovely photos to demonstrate it.

  4. Music is so important in my life I don't think I could be without it. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and thank you for visiting my blog.... hope you visit again..

  5. I love the big band sound. Reminds me of staying overnight at my grandma's when I was little and she would always play the radio while I fell asleep.