Multisensory Aesthetic Experience

I love music.

When I first got a car at the glorious age of 16, my love for music was allowed to grow to new heights, thanks mostly to the lonely 30 minute drives to school every day through the countrysides of Georgia. I would utilize my pre and post school journeys as portable sessions in my studio, where I would blare whatever band moved me the most at the time.

Move. That's what music has always done to me.

Those drives that I took for 2 years of my life had such an impact on me, that I had all but decided to become a musician. I did all the things I imagine uncertain teenage aspairants of music do: I practiced and evaluated my singing (of course by myself...because no one could dare be exposed to my budding star power...), I fell in love with different music types, and I even asked for a guitar one Christmas. I think you all know where that ended up. Needless to say, I found my appreciation for music should be founded in just that: appreciation. 

Not so much performing it. Just loving it. Rolling over my soul with every ebb and flow, causing me more praise for the God that created such an experience than for the artists or the instruments themselves.

Every artist provided a different perspective. Every song told a different tale. As I drove, the landscape became one with the experience, in a unified symphony of sensory adoration for God's magnificent creation and journey that He had taken me on that day. Some days were go lucky, others were melodramatic, and a number were as sensitive as the rain. The music was my prayer. It was a plea for a better situation, it was my praise for all I have been given, and it was my passionate response towards God and His love that I was only beginning to experience. I will always have the connection to music that God gave my soul on those drives.

Music will always move me.