Music is Medicine: What’s your Story?
Anybody who suffers from “winter blues” or crazy allergies in the fall knows that sometimes things are just too much to handle alone. Especially us cats in the northeast. We didn’t even have autumn this year. It went from summer to winter like nothing. With that being said, it seems like we had the holidays early. Music galore. Find a girl for cuff season and trying to set that mood? Download Trey Songz “Anticipation 2.” Trying to stay in shape through the winter and need to get motivated? Buy Wale’s “Ambition.” Had enough for the day and trying to just vibe out and listen to some deep shit? Buy J. Cole’s “Cole World: Sideline Story.” Shit, even Tyrese put an album out. There is music for all situations and proves my theory that music is medicine and therapeutic.
We’ve all been there before. You had a long day, or you just got into an argument, or maybe you just have nothing to do and you’re looking to fill some time. You head into your room, your car, your office, just wherever you go to have some “me” time. You sit there, mind racing, plotting your next move. You see a pair of headphones on your desk, bureau, or you turn the volume knob up a little in your car. Whether you have headphones on or you’re playing the music through speakers, you get in the zone.
You put on your “go-to” music. Always depends on the mood. You close your eyes. All the space in your mind that was occupied with so many thoughts is now being overtaken with the words of your favorite artists. The tension you felt is now being relaxed as you allow the music to take you away. If you’re in the shower, then you are hosting a concert. You grab the shampoo bottle and sing or rap your ass off as if there were people on the other side of that curtain. You kill it every time.
If you’re in your room lying down, then you’re slightly head nodding, moving your feet, letting someone else explain how you’re feeling. You’ve probably never met who you’re listening to, but yet they understand you better than anyone. They can speak for the heartbreak. They can speak for the anger, jealousy, vengeance. They know what its like to miss someone, to be misunderstood, to have the fair weather friends. And as you sit, lay, drive, bathe, you feel as if you’re getting more and more off of your chest, without saying a word.
You might be wondering why I’ve decided to write this? I’ve had countless conversations with my friends about this. We talk about how nothing compares to music when we feel distress. I always like to say music is my medicine. Why pay for a shrink? When something or someone is not available to vent, music always is. I want to see how many of you agree. How many of you have been in the situations I stated above? What’s your fondest memory of when music helped you through a situation?
Having this conversation with my friends was pretty cool to hear. Everyone has a story and I would love the fans of KillerHipHop to share theirs.
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