Thread by @kjason72, As a teenager my morning music was Garnet Silk a Rastafarian singer. [...]

As a teenager my morning music was Garnet Silk a Rastafarian singer. Now as an adult its Bhimsen Joshi and other Indian vocalist and instrumentalist. How to explain this transition to a westerner is little complicated. I guess frequency changed

Also I grew up in a home where my father insisted that we all must learn music.

Did the basics in music via Trinity College London grades one, two and three played bass and trumpet never was good at playing the instruments but aced the three exams and was fascinated with writing music.

Often I would awake from a odd dream state with tunes melodies in my head and I just wanted to know how to captivate them,writing them on paper was a new found joy until my father found out I wasn't playing any instruments I just wanted to do the music theory

A pastor once encouraged me to join the church's choir. He said he would help develop my vocals. Unaware to him was my dislike for Gospel music. I found the music depressing, sad it was a kind of wailing and at times the screaming as it God appeared to be deaf was unbearable

All the confusion of why I disliked gospel music and I mean the black Pentecostal churches music was cleared when I found out the history of the music genre itself, its roots in wailing of slave and their descendants to RnB gave this eriee feeling when heard.

The feeling of God or Godliness was met with euphoria peace calmness bliss i thought but what i felt was sadness a sort of crying out in pain and aguish something I couldn't bare and the screaming I never liked and let not get into speaking in tongues that was another madness.

There were some I liked but they wasn't done by black Pentecostal churchs , Jim Reeves was one I liked and a few hymns from the Anglican church of which I was schooled in.

The internet was another era that opened my to a broad spectrum of music from all over the world. It was beyond the typical Europe an classical music I grew up with and learning.

Chinese classical, The Opera and symphonies, African drumming, a wide variety of other country's folk music, Tibetan throat singing you named it I was fascinated by all. I was elated to be expose to other musical arts of mankind.

I remembered listening to music from these tribal African people cant recall the country, who would stand in the water of a river and slap the water with their hands cupped in different shapes to get different tones the hands it hit the water and they made music with a rhythm.

There was Mongolian singing I liked even music from the middle east, Sufi oriented styles also.
Once it music I connected with that I felt uplifted don't matter where its from I listened.

Music is a universal language in which anyone and contect with and interpret.

Once a old school friend complained, how you could listen to rock music? its the music of the devil.
You can stomach the lyrical content of someone glorifying drug selling to become rich, prostitution, murder , racketing, gun violence etc and worried about rock music, I replied

Music has no friends or enemies, everybody could Dingolay.(dance)

Music sweet, music sweet
The one invented music has got to be terrific
Got to be the one who created the sun and the trees, rivers and seas.

~The Mighty Shadow.

There is a musicality to the universe there is a mathematical equation and musical notes associated with it and its harmonic overlays.

Indian classical music comes closest to expressing this notion.
Its seemly structureless but with precise form. Its the art that expresses which is rather not expressible.

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