Music=Love

I decided that the Snow Building is going to be my resident "home away from home" this semester. It's the Fine Arts and Humanities building, and all the hallways are dimly lit like you're walking around in a concert hall. There's a statue of Christ right as you walk in that looks similar to the one at Temple Square (yay, a piece of home!). My first class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays is in this building, and it's called Music 101, or Music Appreciation. Today in class our teacher cranked up the speakers built into the walls and played something which I hope we will be able to listen to after we become resurrected. It was from "The Mission." If you've never heard the music, you'll need to look it up before you die. The piece we listened to was Yo-Yo Ma on the cello, playing Ennio Morricone (dad, if you're reading this, please confirm that we do indeed own that CD!). I was letting myself drift into oblivious peace when I realized that most music we get pumped into our brains these days usually has catchy lyrics, a fast beat, or is made to be played at a high volume. Our teacher, Sister Mecham, gave us a little lecture (however, when it's coming from her I think of it as "motherly advice") about staying connected with people and not to technology all the time. I felt pretty guilty about this because, it's true, I'm often hooked up to my iPod. She reminded us that our cell phones, computers, etc., shouldn't control our lives. "You control them," she said. I felt like saying "Amen!" Then again, I say it every day after someone gives the opening prayer. Next time: Digressions on La Clase de Espanol