Let me just say this… I could NOTlive without music at all!!
Some of you might know that I love to sing. I play the double base, the ukulele and the piano. So I guess you could say I am pretty musically inclined. But why does music affect who you are?
Who know’s? But I would hope music makes you just want to sing and dance. But why is it that the dark music (racist, sexist, etc.) makes people agree with the lyrics? I don’t know.
Basically if you listen to music that is happy and cheerful you might just be cheerful and happy, too. Whatever music makes you happy is the music you should be listening to.
Just look at my cousin Mia. She loves rock like Metallica and and Guns ‘n Roses and she is a strong happy girl. She is not dark. She is actually amazing! She is also a great role model.
I don’t believe people should be racists or sexists. People may have done bad things in the past but inside them is goodness. You have to decide what you want to hear. Who you want to be. Many other things can change who you are and music is just one of them.
So recently I have read a book called Ghosts and it’s about two sisters. One is Maya and she has cystic fibrosis. It’s a thing you are born with and it affects breathing and digestion.
Maya has a older sister Cat and she is terrified of ghosts. She is also terrified of losing her sister.
Their family moved to Northern California because it’s cold where they live and it’s better for Maya’s health.
Maya really wants to see a ghost and one day she went on a ghost toor with her neighbour (who lead the tour) and Cat to see all the different places ghosts hang out.
Cat gets lost and finds one ghost and she follows it. She took a turn and saw a bunch of ghosts in a circle around Maya.
Carlos (the neighbour) gave Maya a drink that she held and all the ghosts followed her and had a lot of fun.
But then Maya accidentally broke the glass bottle and the ghosts sworm around her and she couldn’t breath. Cat and Carlos went to the hospital and then Maya had to wear a cord in her nose and a tank attached to the cord.
I know that this summer the news came out that Gord Downie has terminal brain cancer. But like always, Canada has a way to fight through emotional and sad things like this one. As you may know, Gord Downie’s wife Laura just suffered from breast cancer and survived. She and Gord have courage.
So now I am going to say a little speech dedicated to all the people that care and who donate to cancer.
A Poem For Gord
sometimes when I wake up I look up at my
ceiling and I pray for those people who have to
suffer through painful cancer. I pray that every
second someone donates to cancer. Most people
deserve to have a long lasting life and not to
suffer from cancer. So hearing this, I pray
that this poem can change something in this world.