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Music, perhaps more than anything else, transports us to specific places, moods, experiences. Music evokes memories, vivid, supersaturated memories. More than that, music evokes the feelings associated with those memories, the deepest of feelings. The highs and the lows. The joy and the sorrow. First love, last love, lost love, screw ups.
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The very same feelings all over again, because your brain has been jarred, and your heart. The news touches something deep within. The news of Phil's death touched something deep inside: "The day the music died."
That “river of music absorbed many streams,” Don Everly said of this tradition and the sounds of his and his brother’s music, a kind of fusion of country and rock and roll. The harmony twanged at times; the guitar definitely rocked.
Oh, to be carried into heaven on the wings of an Everly Brothers' song. The times have changed, beyond our wildest dreams, but the music lives on. "Oh my love, my darling...I'll be coming home. Wait for me."
Unchained Melody (the theme song of the movie "Ghosts")