My Purpose

My Purpose

The purpose of this blog is to help people understand that music can be more then just entertainment, and what those things are. I want be able to help people with this blog. I don't know everything about music, I am still studying it, however, I will share what I have found. I hope you will be enlighted and edified by what I have to share. I worry that some people might turn a deaf ear to my blog if they read something on this blog that they don't agree with. I respect your beliefs. I don't agree with everything I read either. But I know you can find something that can help and interest you, if you just keep reading.

"Quotes Worth Mentioning"


When asked where his inspiration came from, Johannes Brahms said, "I immediately feel vibrations that thrills my whole being. These are the Spirit illuminating the soul power within, and in this exalted state, I see clearly what is obscure in my ordinary moods: Then I feel capable of drawing inspiration from above, as Beethoven ... Straighway the ideas flow in upon me, directly from God, and not only do I see distinct themes in my mind's eye but they are clothed in the right forms, harmonies, and orchestration. Measure by measure, the finished product is revealed to me when I am in those rare, inspired moods." "The powers from which all truly great composers like Mozart, Schubert, Bach and Beethoven drew their inspiration is the same power that enabled Jesus to work his miracles. It is the same power that created our earth and the whole universe"
("Talks with Great Composers", Arthur M. Abell)

"Give me power over he who shapes the music of a nation, and I care not for who shapes it laws"
Napolian Bonaparte

“Intellectual enlightenment consists of instruction in the arts, numbers, history, speech, and government. Music consummates a man’s life, giving his rituals meaning. Music has a trensforming effect on its listeners, and should be the first principle of government.” -The Teachings of Confucius.

I quote some remarks between,Gene R. Cook, and Mik Jagger made a few years ago:
Cook: "I have the opportunity to be with a lot of young people. Many say your music does not affect them adversely in any way. Others say it effects them in a very bad way. What is your opinion? What is your impact?”
Jagger "Our music is calculated to drive the kids to sex. It's not my fault what they do. It's up to them. I'm just making a lot of money.”
Cook: He was in Mexico making a profane and pornographic music video because the cost is 1/3 there. In addition it is easier to produce such videos there at the moment. He explained that though such videos with explicit sexual behavior is illegal on US national television, it soon will be, and they want to have the videos ready. Now not only audio pornography can be portrayed, but they can view it as well. He was making more money this way."
Jagger:“It doesn't matter what you do in life, there are no rules. There is no god. You can take whatever you want. It doesn't matter."

"To encourage literature and the arts is the duty which every good citizen owns to his country."
George Washington

"Music has the power of producing a certain effect on the moral character of the soul, and if it has the power to do this, it is clear that the young must be directed to music and must be educated in it."

(more qoutes to come)

PLEASE NOTE: It would greatly benefit the reader to follow blog postings from the first post to the most recent. Using the Blog Archive in the left column of the page to jump to the oldest posts. For now I will see if I can find a way to display the posting in chronilogical order, first post to the latest post.

Thursday, May 5, 2011


I would like to take you back in time a few decades and tell you a story that I know well, because I am the principal character in this story. I was just about two years of age, when my parents allowed me to stay over night for the first time at my grandmother’s home in a little town in Northern Utah called Richmond, a town not more than a few hundred people, but a very remarkable place because my grandmother lived there, and she was an extraordinary woman. She was magic. In particular, she had magic fingers. Through her fingers magical things could happen. She could take old pieces of rags my grandfather would bring home and turn them into beautiful pieces of rugs and tapestries. She could take yarn and turn it into beautiful afghans and quilts. She could take powdered sugar and water and turn it into little kittens, angels, clowns, beautiful flowers...anything to make a cake that would delight a child on his birthday. She had magical hands, and in this house she had a magical couch that, by the movement of certain levers, would transform itself into a bed. Being a two-year old, when it came time for bed I was not interested in sleeping in a traditional kind of bed. I wanted to sleep on the magic couch with my grandmother (wouldn’t you?) She was very tired, and soon I could tell from the rhythm of her breathing that she was falling asleep. As we were lying there in her living room in Richmond, Utah, many decades ago, with cars running along the Highway 89-91 with their headlights coming through the curtains on the front of her house, a new experience began for me. I could see eery patterns on the wall, things that go “bump in the night.” instantly becoming dragons, monsters, and devouring creatures that would eat me up! I remember lying there, becoming increasingly more concerned, stressful, and frightened, and feeling my grandmother becoming increasingly more asleep; I had three words I wanted to say...three words that were difficult for a two-year old to say — three words that are difficult for a grown-up to say. Those three words were, “Grandma, I’m scared.” When I uttered those three words, my grandmother had a multitude of responses she could have drawn upon to take away my fears. She could have told me about the safety of their home or explained the principle of light refraction through curtains upon the walls, but she didn’t use any words to calm my troubled heart. She used magic. She slid over a little closer to me and put her arm around me (the first form of magic) and began to sing the following song. It would be the first song I remember hearing, the first song I ever learned and performed, and I am about to inflict it upon you: Oh, do you remember a long time ago, There were two little babes, their names I don’t know They strayed far away on a bright summer’s day And were lost in the woods, I heard people say. Within that period of time, what we refer to in musical terms as the first complete statement, a miracle had occurred. My fear was gone, and in its place was security, calm, but more important than that, was the knowledge that I was loved by my grandmother. The song continues: And when it was night, how great was their fright The bright sun went down and the moon gave no light They sighed and they sighed and they bitterly cried, And the poor little babes, they laid down and died And when they were dead, the robins so red, Brought strawberry leaves and over them spread. And all the night long they sang their sweet song, Poor babes in the woods, poor babes in the woods.” My grandmother was a remarkable lady, and the music that she taught me had great power in it, and it still has the power to bring the memories of her back to me. When I have told some of my friends about this experience, some have said; “Your grandma was kind of strange wasn’t she?” They don’t understand that my grandmother was not only teaching me that love conquers fear, but also that death is part of life. It may be because she had brushed with death many times in her life, that she had such deep understanding, but whatever the reason, she was telling me that it was okay. I have leaned on her understanding of death throughout my life, and now that she is gone I still hearken to that moment of learning. She is alive for me in that song.

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