{"id":324,"date":"2008-06-09T17:40:38","date_gmt":"2008-06-09T17:40:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/averral.com\/blog\/?p=324"},"modified":"2008-06-09T21:24:14","modified_gmt":"2008-06-09T21:24:14","slug":"music-is-universal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2008\/06\/music-is-universal\/","title":{"rendered":"Music is Universal"},"content":{"rendered":"
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There was once i asked my mum why did she take up classical piano.<\/p>\n

She replied, “Music is a universal language, no other language can replace it.”<\/p>\n

For my typically bimbotic handbag perfume loving mother to say something so profound shocked me initially, i recovered after a while and pondered about it. No matter how much i tried to argue within my heart, i couldn’t find a better argument for her statement (i am used to arguing with her when she says illogical stuff like sleeping with my cat makes me sneeze).<\/p>\n

“There are so many barriers in languages, not everyone can understand the differences in language. For music, it is different, everyone can understand the emotions in music, and that is what makes it such a powerful communication tool.”<\/p>\n

It is true, no matter how flowery or brilliant language can be, its impact is limited within that few words in a statement (that is if the person reading it has a good comprehension of the language in question). Music is different, its impact is so powerful that anyone in the world can be swayed with its emotions.<\/p>\n

Which reminds me, when i was in St Francis doing my A levels, a teacher called up an “ah beng” from my class to play the piano. With tattoos all over his chest and tattered knuckles, i thought he was the least likely candidate to be able to play the piano (more like karate).<\/p>\n

“Play us a song about how you feel” My music teacher kindly instructed. When he sat on the pedestral and started moving his fingers across the keys… i was astounded. I could feel his emotions as he played the notes… his body swayed with the melody as he transported us to another land. My impression of him changed drastically after that, i did not see him as a gangster, in fact, i admired him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There was once i asked my mum why did she take up classical piano. She replied, “Music is a universal language, no other language can replace it.” For my typically bimbotic handbag perfume loving mother to say something so profound shocked me initially, i recovered after a while and pondered about it. No matter how […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[11],"tags":[175,177,178,176],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n