In 1971, I was a music major.
Somewhere in the middle of all that, I wrote a college paper about something that fascinated me.
What does music actually do to us?
I don’t remember every detail of that paper anymore. It’s been 55 years. I’m doing pretty well if I remember why I walked into the kitchen. 😂
But I remember the idea.
Music seemed to affect living things in ways that went far beyond entertainment.
I was fascinated by it.
Then life happened.
I stopped being a music major.
Businesses. Marriage. Kids. Alpacas. Financial disasters. A body that fell apart. RiversZen.
But music never really left.
And now, at 72, I’m beginning to think that kid writing the paper in 1971 was onto something.


