This kind of joy of sound that flowed and ebbed and made everyone present smile because of this feeling that permeated the room. Sort of like our souls made love in this ocean of sound that, while not perfect, was full of the love of being in love.... the love of making a noise that harmonizes with the other sounds in the room and coalesces to make something more than its pieces..... a musical sound.
I think we all knew about it. I think everyone participating knew how special it was. The energy rising as we sang song after song, voices harmonizing, guitars keeping the beat and moving the sound forward.... this is the essence of making music. It is what music is, a human connection between souls based on allowing music to come through the heart and out the throat and fingers and into the ears and back into the heart and soul.... Music is divine. It is holy. Music is spirit.
To make music like that, the ego is not important. Only the sound, not who is making it. Just the melding of voice and instrument with other voices and instruments to produce what I can only describe as JOY. Ego gets in the way. The music, as a being, has to be given full credit for the creation of the sound. One can feel the energy suck away if a player starts to play with ego. Only in the cooperative production of sound, can there be the sort of spiritual experience we had last night.
I am so very very thankful to have been introduced to folks who host and make music and provide the atmosphere where music can grow and give us faith. Faith in each other and in that very magical sound.