What's the Soundtrack of Your Soul?

There's been an emptiness and a yearning that I haven't quite been able to identify. For me, this is unusual because I spend a fair amount of time listening with inward ears. At last, it came to me. It's been too quiet in my soul lately.

Music is one of the top five things that I need to survive beyond the physical basics. No, I'm not a musician in the traditional sense. Can't play anything but the cd player. But music is a living thing that stays in my head, vibrates within my cells and keeps me in touch with me. It keeps me from being swallowed into the black hole of depression. It fuels my muse and excites the dormant idea factory. Music has soothed my young lover's aching heart, shown me the light in darkness, expressed political opinion, issued invitations, inspired visions, guided me through mysterious times and mended the unmendable. Some people keep their memories alive with photos, mine are completely indexed by the music I heard.

The main soundtrack of my soul is Crosby,Still, Nash and Young in all their various blendings. My first feelings of my identity, love and independence were underscored by 1970's Deja Vu and their first album, 1969's Crosby Stills Nash. I couldn't even begin to count the hours and events that are tied into these two.

CSNY are touring again this year and reporters say they have defined the soul of a generation and changed the culture. Music has power. It worries me to think of this and then think of the violent and demeaning music so popular today and what will become of the souls who have that as a soundtrack. Teach your children well.

Last night we watched a DVD of a new Neil Young concert, Prairie Wind. He's introspective about his life, like all the rest of us aging hippies. He's passionate, nostalgic, angry and still writing fine tunes.

We'll talk more about music in upcoming days. It's time to find my headphones.


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