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...Marley, the great Jamaican Reggae star, once posed the question "Won't you help me sing these songs of freedom?" Music can be a tool: for relaxation, for stimulation, for communication--and for revolution. In fact, it is often a rhythm of resistance: against parents, against police, against power. The U.S., in this one-superpower age, has perhaps never been so dominant--economically, militarily, culturally. That strength attracts immigrants, who bring with them new forms of music. And that strength also inspires competition, as musicians and performers in other countries, mindful of the American hegemony, assert their national identities...
These keep levels of serotonin and norepinephrine high but are only about 60% effective in reducing ADHD symptoms. Tricyclics have also been associated with more troubling side effects, including fatal heart attacks in those with a history of heart-rhythm disturbances...
...Which brings us to the boy-band's time on stage. Now, except for the fact that they make shamelessly stupid music that's largely without melody, true rhythm or any sort of soul, I've got nothing against 'N Sync. I was glad to see, however, the King of Pop, Michael Jackson, show up unexpectedly at the end of their number and steal the show. Of course, stealing the show away from 'N Sync isn't exactly grand larceny. LaToya Jackson could steal the show from 'N Sync. Jackson, ever the canny businessman, didn't really sing during...
...idea is to squeal if you see it. Hundreds of us crowd the "tree that looks like an elephant," squinting, tilting heads. A cry attracts a crush of butting bodies and cameras, trying to steal the squealer's view of this miracle of botany. A sort of stop-start rhythm develops. "Eek!" jostle, click. "Eek!" bustle, click. I can just about make out what all the fuss is about. The banyan does have four roots that could be legs and a longer one that might be a trunk. But where's the tail? Or the tusks? Or the ears...
...even with all our differences, music still affects us in the same way. We need it to survive. In the kitchen, it keeps us sane, a rhythm in the dishroom. The students need it to fulfill their creative desires; Mahler is an essential part of their diet. Tanglewood has been infiltrated by classic rock lovers, but it’s all in the name of loving music...