My first memory of music was of sensing the steady, rhythmic thump, thump, thump of my mother’s heartbeat, as I snuggled warmly and safely in her womb.
Later, she cradled me in her arms, held me to her breast and I heard the same familiar rhythm. As we swayed back and forth she murmured soft sounds that added melody and lyrics and it became a lullaby, comforting me to sleep.
And, while you might not remember back quite that far, surely you feel that same, familiar rhythm pulsing through your own veins, pushing life through your body, animating your every move.
Yes, music is as old as human life, and the appreciation, enjoyment, and creation of it continues to bring joy, understanding, and emotional release to our lives.
Whether you write music, perform it, dance to it, study it, or just like to hum along, music is good therapy and good for the soul.
As to Mom’s heart . . . it had a good beat, I gave it an 85.
A few months ago, I posted five songs written or co-written by me on a music interest website. So far, these tunes have received over seventy-five thousand repeated listens, moving them up the U.S. and global Americana charts and holding consistent top ten rankings. Listen to my favorite one "Somewhere West of Wichita" here. http://www.tomhays.net/music
Maybe I should rethink the rating I gave my Mom’s heart…maybe a little closer to 100.