Why Music is Important in My Life (Sept 1, 2025)
There is something about music that reaches a part of our being that nothing else touches. The effects can be small, insignificant, happy moments, or they can be visceral, physical sensations that move us to tears; emotions so strong that the lump in our throat and tightness in our chest overwhelms us. For me, these reactions can happen when listening to a variety of styles of music; for example when listening to a particularly soulful R&B tune, or a Chopin prelude. However, there is always something drawing us in; a rhythm that connects us to our ancestors beating on a primitive drum, or melodies that imitate the sounds of nature. Maybe our inspirations are a way of reaching back to our roots. Maybe it’s words that seem to explain an idea we couldn’t articulate. In any case, whether we think about these things or not, it is an experience that most all of us share at some level.
Music was always a part of my life, from records playing in our house, singing songs on family car vacations, or singing along to records with my friends while playing our tennis racquet guitars; music was an underlying current that I tapped into every day. When I was in 7th grade, my father was on a scientific exchange in Romania. I made a couple of friends who played the guitar (as did I) and we decided to put on a concert. It was staged in a courtyard in the center of Bucharest, and we played about 12-15 songs (three guitars and vocal harmonies) to a packed house of family and friends. That event taught me how music is a shared experience and brings people together. It was a way to communicate something about our human experience.
Starting in high school, music really became my therapy. I would sit at the piano for hours on end, soothing my anxieties and finding comfort in mellow, introspective music of my own making. I had taken a few years of classical piano lessons, but I found more meaning in finding my own melodies. In college I began to take music a little more seriously, and during my senior year, I started taking lessons from a graduate student. He encouraged me to pursue music, and at the end of the school year I auditioned to get into the music school. I was surprised about being accepted into the program, because I saw myself as inferior to the other students who were auditioning. I had a very different musical journey up to that point relative to the other students who were auditioning, and I’m sure they had taken piano much more “seriously” than I had. Due to other interests, I decided not to go back to school, and I always wonder how my music would be different had I pursued a music degree.
After college I never found myself far from a piano or guitar, and I was always testing my material out on family and friends. Sometimes my music resonated with whomever was listening, and sometimes not. Maybe that’s how all communication goes. And, there are always extenuating circumstances. Sometimes people are ready to listen and sometimes they are somewhere else. I’ll never forget the time when I was singing little songs to my 3-4 year-old daughter while she was taking a bath. She looked up at me and said, “Can you go out there (into the hall) and play?” Though it took me a very long time to learn this, I did finally realize that communicating when people are wanting to listen, and with a polished product, generally goes much better than just descending on them at random times and playing something that I haven’t fully worked out.
I have always been a prolific song writer. In the beginning it was more for myself. However, as time went on, I realized that it was an important way for me to communicate. Being somewhat introverted, I was often a fly on the wall, or a listener instead of a talker. Music allowed me to have a voice. So I started bands and began sharing my music. One particularly important night in that journey was when I was playing in a duo called “Mothers Acoustic Soul,” and we were playing out in a local pub. The stir in the place told us that something was up, and it turned out that Bonnie Bramlett (of Delaney & Bonnie fame) was in the establishment. She came up to us and asked if she could sit in for a set. We proceeded to jam and improvise for about 45 minutes, and the result was truly magical. She lit up the house with her amazing vocal talents. People came out of the woodwork (I had no idea that many people were in the area) and the energy of the crowd was like something I’d never experienced before. I’ll never forget that feeling, and it’s always been something I’ve wanted to experience over and over again. One band I was in called “Galaxy Forest” had a few moments like that when playing to a large or packed venue, and the energy of the crowd took us to another level. Those moments are what performing music live is all about.
So now here I am, mostly playing solo, but still creating more music than ever. I have much to share, and I hope that my music brings us together; creating a bond of shared emotion or ideas. My music is an important part of who I am. If you want to know me, then you need to hear me through my music. Of course, (hopefully) I am more than just my music, but it is a part of me that you may never know in any other way.
Thank you for listening.