100 Reasons To Not Kill Yourself #46.

It has charms to soothe a savage breast, or so I’ve been told. (I try to avoid savage breasts whenever possible.)

It’s been emitted from a car radio, a stereo, or even a store’s muzak system while many of us were conceived. (Don’t judge those whose parental units hooked up in a store’s change rooms; it happens.)

It can move us to tears or lift our spirits in a few notes or lyrics.

It’s been declared the “Devil’s creation” by one group while being referred to as the “cat’s pajamas” by another – as they groped each other in the spacious backseat of a Buick.

It speaks to us in various languages and a multitude of styles without actually speaking. The spoken word of William Shatner being the obvious exception, of course.

#46: Music.

At the onset of mankind music began as a series of grunts combined with the rhythmic banging of a tree branch or a large bone on a simplistic drum (a large skull, perhaps?) and led to such early caveman hits like:

“Fire… Hot!”

“The Wheel, What Is It Good For? (Seriously, Does Anyone Know?)”

“She’s Mine. (Because I Hit Her Over The Head With My Club.)”

“Secret Agent (Cave) Man.”

What? You don’t know if I’m wrong. You weren’t there, were you?

In the beginning of his career John Lennon used music to achieve fame and fortune with “the lads from Liverpool” and then he began to truly ponder the lyrics he was writing and most importantly, their impact on the world around him. And so one of the greatest songs ever written, “Imagine”, came to life in an attempt to show us what the world could be… If only we were willing to unleash our minds.


Protest songs. Love ballads. Symphonies (that stir the depths of your soul). Musical theater creations. War declarations. Music can be used for any purpose the aforementioned imagination can conceive.

Music has been described as an art form and cultural activity whose medium is sound organized in time, but it means something different to each of us. Rockin’ Ronnie lived to perform onstage, his bass cradled lovingly in his weathered hands, his devotion to his band mates immeasurable, his sheer joy at being there uplifting to behold.

But while we played his favorite tunes at his funeral, Ronnie’s song has ended.

Except it hasn’t.

A song never really ends; it can be replayed forever.

Every day I walk to work shrouded in darkness, the music from my phone my only companion. Ronnie lives on in the songs I listen to as I make my way across the empty streets of Niagara. I picture his smile. His signature, “Yeah, yeah, yeah” accompanies the sounds in my ears. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I laugh and smile. (The laughter scares skunks and stray cats and keeps them off my path so it actually serves a valuable purpose.) But I’m always moved by the music.


Every damn day, Ronnie…

One could use a billion words and never do music justice. Just do me a favor and think back to some of the most significant days of your life and try to remember the music playing in the background as you spoke vows, welcomed your child into the world or said goodbye to a loved one for the last time. Even if it’s the cacophony of sounds from the city or just your home, music is everywhere and it’s certainly worth living for.

See you in the lobby, friends and music lovers…

About The Hook

Husband. Father. Bellman. Author of The Bellman Chronicles. Reader of comic books and observer and chronicler of the human condition. And to my wife's eternal dismay, a mere mortal and non-vampire. I'm often told I look like your uncle, cousin, etc. If I wore a hat, I'd hang it on a hat rack in my home in Niagara Falls, Canada. You can call me The Hook, everyone else does.
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23 Responses to 100 Reasons To Not Kill Yourself #46.

  1. Tara says:

    Another wonderful post. I associate music with nearly every memory I have. I can listen to the radio or our MP3 list and those songs can take me back to a specific moment in time. It’s wonderful – even the sad moments. They remind us of where we’ve been and how things change.

  2. Music is my lifeline, my confidante, the expression of my soul.
    Great post Robert.

  3. dianaepona says:

    Yesterday marked the passing of my mother some sixteen years ago. There is one song I associate with that time, a song that became popular as the result of a television show. Doesn’t matter. I posted it, along with her high school graduation picture on facebook. Made some comments with it, then sat and let the tears flow. Wonderful post, Hook. Thank you.

  4. Mark Myers says:

    Good show. Hard to imagine a world without music.

  5. Music calms the savage beast….well maybe not some of the current tunes Ha Ha AH – change to” soothing melodies calm the savage natures”? Music and the rhythm of our own bodies – need to listen.
    Great post

  6. What would it be like without music? Who wants to know. Another great reason to keep on keeping on.

  7. Doug in Oakland says:

    It would not be much of an overstatement to say that I have dedicated my life to music and the making of it. So why don’t I pull my Les Paul out of its case more often? Perhaps that issue will be addressed after this upcoming move, to a house with a studio already in it.
    That will happen if I get around to making it happen, so a reason to be cautiously optimistic?

  8. Jennie says:

    Wonderful post! Music is everything. That sounds so simple, but it really isn’t. When I sang the book the book, “All You Need is Love” to the children, the lyrics were in print. What a revelation to finally understand the message and not just enjoy a lovely song. And yes, a great song cements every major event in our lives. One of my favorite quotes is, “Where words fail, music speaks” -Hans Christian Anderson. Thank you, Hook.

  9. So very true. Beautiful post. I bet Ronnie’s jamming away right now. Music definitely soothes the savage beast and is the soundtrack of our lives. I don’t go a day without it. Being raised by a professional musician, I was steeped in music in the womb. My mom literally had a rehearsal the day I was born. My birth announcement in a local paper was titled, “Violinist drops bow for bassinet.”

  10. curvyroads says:

    This is my favorite reason so far! Well done, Robert! Music is indeed the universal language ❤

  11. cliff445 says:

    Brilliant post!
    “The eyes are the windows to your soul, but your ears and the music they perceive are its soundtrack.” : Cliff Lewis 2019 🙂

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