Dear friends: Happy New Year to you! I am writing this entry, sitting on the grass at the magnificent Kirstenbosch national botanical gardens in Cape Town - listening to a chorus of birdsong. Recently I’ve been working with various legends of how music came to be. I’ve been thinking of the ephemeral and evocative qualities of music. The magic of how when strings are plucked, chords struck and voices raised in song, patterns of melody and rhythm are released to reverberate as sound in the air, to be received by our finely tuned aural passageways and recognised as music, with its tremendous powers to strike our emotions. Hearing music, we feel uplifted. We jump to our feet and dance. Or the mournfulness of a tune brings tears to our eyes. Or sweeps us up in a passionate rage.
Fabulous read, informative, entertaining and thought provoking.
Very lovely from start to finish Megan!