Just spent a deep smile-inducing afternoon sharing time with a friend. It has been so good to connect over a shared love for music and expressing this through our voices and our instruments. Music isn’t something I’ve written about much in this space but it is so much a part of my everyday. I suppose I don’t write about it regularly because it’s more often a medium through which I think and experience rather than being the object of my thought or my experiences. But to share music is like sharing a good home-cooked meal – it’s inviting the other into a part of your world and giving something of yourself in a vulnerable way. As my friend and I partook of the one song our voices united, weaving notes like aromas. It was refreshing to do so. It makes me sad that music has become a money-fetching item to be produced on mass for greedy sods in plastic castles. Music should not be merchandise. Yes it’s something to share, but sharing means giving generously and of yourself. I like the fact that so much good music is so readily available to all through the radio and the net these days. It just makes me sad that it’s so controlled by people who don’t know anything about it, people who don’t care anything about it, people who are only interested in the way it fills their bank accounts. I hold to the belief that as music is a timeless creation, it will survive this age and be carried on amongst those who have ears to hear its authentic heartbeat.