Never underestimate the effect that music can have on someone.
Okay so if you’re reading this then this may come off as a little bit random and off-topic but I promise I’ll try and link it in with the Changing Minds project!
So today, Easter Sunday, I was having, as I’d put it, “one of those days”. What I mean by that is just a day where I’m in absolutely terrible form and just down for no apparent reason. Fun? No. However, my day changed at about 11.20pm. Maybe leaving it a little late but nonetheless I appreciated it.
My day changed when I heard a piece of music. One of my friends posted a cover of 500 Miles by The Proclaimers on her Instagram page she had made for singing. I had never heard her sing before. That one minute clip, to some people, wouldn’t mean much. Anyone could tell she was a very talented musician, but with the day I was having, it was a lot more than just a nice piece of music.
When I heard that soulful, raspy voice, I was transported away for a whole 63 seconds. I’m not usually an emotional person but I was nearly in tears. To go from thinking so negatively about myself and the world and just wanting the day to be over, to whatever kind of release I got from listening to that piece, it showed me something. I had always acknowledged the affect music has had on me, but never quite found the words to describe it. Today, I found solace in music. I found hope in music.
So, going back to the project. Whatever way my mind wandered from negativity to this in about two minutes is anyone’s guess. Anyways, I noticed that music had an affect on the clients too. In the group homes, there was music on. On a normal day, I wouldn’t read into this. We have music on in the background all the time in our own lives, whether we’re driving to work, going for a run or just relaxing in the comforts of our own homes. But today, I think music meant a lot more than what meets the eye to the clients.
In Negru Voda, not only was there music, but the clients performed music by singing and dancing. In Lazu, some of us were dancing with the clients when certain songs came on that they enjoyed, and the same in Techirghiol. The way their faces lit up (I remember one client in particular enjoying I’m Not The Only One by Sam Smith) just says to me not to say that music is just a pastime or hobby. It’s so much more than that. It might bring back a good memory, or a bad one. It might describe an emotion we’re feeling better than our own words ever could. For some people music is an escape, a release, even a reason they’re still alive.
So on this long Easter weekend, that we’re either having a nice family dinner, out having a good time with our friends or maybe even playing music, take a minute to appreciate the power of music.