Just for Fun-- MUSIC, can you feel it?

Why is it that I can't seem to do anything without music? Music really does speak to my soul and bring the beat to my heart. It's amazing how there is something there for everyone, every mood, every situation, every breath. Poetry as it should be, flowing through the notes and chords and straight through us. I'd just like to share with you some of my fav's both old and new. I have a hard time pinpointing fav songs (just like fav books) so here are just some of the bands I'm in to, it's more about the feel and theme of the music.

My companions for many years:

The Cure

The Cranberries

The Smashing Pumpkins

Indigo Girls

Loreena McKennitt

Veruca Salt

No Doubt

My new friends:

The Killers

Keane

Blue October

Muse

Bond

Blackmore's Night

all things Celtic Women

Coldplay

Deathcab for Cutie

Leona Lewis

Mediaeval Baebes

Ludovico Einaudi

Trio Mediaeval

The Elders

It's a bit of a list, I know, but I assure you that each of these artists/groups has some amazing CPR skills. When was the last time your heart got pumping good and strong?

I leave you with this challenge: search out new music. It's like searching out new literature. Expand!

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