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Love, Music, Laughter

Early last year I wrote a blog about what I thought was important, after I had been asked the question while travelling in the USA.
My answer was, and still is three things. 
1.Laughter
2.Love
3.Music
At the time, people found my number 3 odd. 
My explanation was that music can make us laugh
Music can make us cry
Music can soothe a crying baby
Music can remind us of the ones we love dearly.
Tonight (04/06/17) we saw something else that music can do.
Manchester showed us the power of sharing music.
Music can join us together.
Music can give us hope.
Music can represent love.

Humans are a flawed species.
One of the biggest flaws that we are faced with is extremism.
There is always an excuse behind the extremism.
Sometimes it is politics.
Sometimes it is relationships.
Sometimes (quite frequently at the moment) it is religion.
The excuses are never the reason.
They are excuses.
Excuses made by cowards.

I am not religious.
I have a lot of very religious friends.
They range from Catholic/Protestant to Mormon, 
From Muslim to Buddhist
I love listening to them talk about religion.
I love seeing the passion in their eyes
Their love of their faith
and their tolerance for my lack of faith
Tolerance is the key word.
Their religious beliefs do not condone them to judge me.
Nor to harm me because I am different.
I will admit that sometimes I see them worry for my spiritual well-being
I see them worry for my soul.
But they never judge me.
They share laughter, love and music.

Tonight, we saw that happen too, in Manchester.
Most amazingly with a younger generation.
In the 60s Woodstock was how people expressed love or flower power
through music.
2017 was One Love Manchester.
Seeing those young girls and boys sitting in circles making friends
Laughing and crying together
Singing their lungs out to remember those they lost
and to stand up and defy those who tried to harm them
was not only inspiring and uplifting.
It was a visualisation of hope.
I don't know if any of you watched it.
I cried.
A lot
When Take That sang about how 'the stars are coming out tonight for you', my eyes watered
Robbie Williams was a tear jerker.
Coldplay singing 'Don't Look Back in Anger' was so emotional
and Ariana Grande singing 'Somewhere over the Rainbow' was heart wrenching.

There will be Negative Nelly's out there who will bitch and moan that atrocities happen across the world and there is no big concert to commemorate them.
One Love Manchester was not about that
One Love Manchester was a gig organised by a young singer to support her fans who were targeted at her concert.
She made children smile again today
She made them feel safe outside
Most importantly
She made them feel loved
She made them laugh
and she did it through music









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