Two opposite experiences have me thinking about music. In the first, I was at work staring at a particularly detailed and tedious task. Sometime I think I have grown into ADD or ADHD in my middle age, making detailed and tedious nearly impossible tasks. On top of it, there is often so much noise in my head, silence can be deafening. Today, I was alone in the office, so I turned on Apple Music, selecting music by mood...well, the mood I wanted: focus. The chill piano slipped inside my head and got my house in order. I was able to focus for the entire afternoon!
At the other end of the spectrum, I am posed at the precipice of a fight scene. Diamond, the hero in my November 11 release WIDOW'S RUN, is about to give two wanna-be-bad asses a lesson in manners. Ugly and Toothpick (they aren't around long enough to get real names) don't recognize the threat behind those green eyes. I've been at the front door of this scene for several days. Just knock, knock, knocking. Then this morning, I'm listening to Fiver Finger Death Punch and the whole scene unfolded, right in rhythm to Fake.
It's long been established that music can tame the savage beast (even Frankenstein loved the violin) but can it be used as an instrument (ha! pun) to change our existential selves?
Consider this concept: lullabies. Used by parents FOREVER to lull babies to sleep. Why does it work? As we'll explore in the next few posts, our brains are wired for music, attuning our breathing and heart rate to the musical rhythms. The right tone, the right rhythm and it's time for that soft kiss goodnight.
Next up: This is Your Brain on Music.