We know we are all gonna buy the farm someday and hope to God and all things sacred that our final moments won’t be so unpleasant. Maybe a flash of light and then poof, you are at the pearly gates. Some people’s journey to those pearly gates seems like such a long and painful process that I often pray that when my time comes, it would be as painless as I don’t know, getting my head chopped off in one swift move and then poof, pearly gates.
Facing a terminal disease is no child’s play. But if my way to go involves writhing in pain for days on end, I think I’ll handle it like the badass I am if there’s music around me at that time. Because even though music would not heal my body, it is medicine for the human spirit. I doubt the doctors would agree to give me copious amounts of alcohol so might as well settle for the next best thing, music.
I’ve researched and written more than enough Why We Love Music columns for www.wedoitfortheloveofmusic.com to know without a shadow of doubt that when science fails, music can be the ultimate medicine. So when my time does come, someone please make sure there’s music playing. And not some soppy ballad, I would be depressed enough. The more guitar riffs in the music the better.
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