Music is pretty much totally amazing. I know that I'm a total sap when it comes to most, if not all things, but I tell ya . . . When the simple opening measures of an orchestra piece cause your heart to swell up with joy, God's definitely letting you know something. You love music. That's me. I love it. Love, love, love it.
Tonight I got to see a marvelous group perform. And this is not an attempt to make others jealous, unlike the text messages I sent to my mother and sister before the concert started (teehee). Really, it's not. I just feel so lucky and privileged to have heard them: The King's Singers. Ever since I was a young girl (i can't say "little girl" without thinking, "whatever, megan, you were never little"), this group has been a part of my life, thanks to a certain Christmas album with a certain version of "Deck the Hall" that wished you a "very merry, very merry, very merry, very merry, etc. . . . Christmas". Having heard more as I grew older, I realized that they were more than a silly-novelty-Christmas-song group. So I was pretty excited a few months ago when Esther and I saw the advertisement that they would be singing at BYU. And I (miraculously) got tickets a month ago, and have been uber-pumped ever since.
My enthusiasm was totally worth it. There were (no joke) three or four different times when I nearly cried because the music was so beautiful or because I was simply so happy to be there. What a talented group. What an awesome way to spend an evening, listening to music you love. And they must have known Esther and I would be there, because they sang songs directly relating to us ("it's lonely at the top" and "short people"). Now I need to get me some more music. (one more thing to add to the list, mom and dad!) Awesome.
"The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, 'Is there a meaning in music?' My answer would be, 'Yes'. And 'Can you state in so many words what the meaning is?' My answer to that would be 'no'." -Aaron Copland