Last night I, for some reason, listened to (get this) Enya for about an hour. I never know how soothing her music was but it was also very…… odd. I warn you, do not listen to Enya for several hours, you will wake up finding yourself flying in the sky while dodging (get this) airplanes and ducks. I really forgot how good some songs are. I try to remember the songs that I sang when I was little but I just can’t remember them. Music is a wonderful tool, you can use it for almost anything. I remember in 1oth grade, when I was taking my mid-term I kept singing Bubba Sparxxx’s “Ms. New Booty” in my head. There was one line “Get it right, get it right, get it tight!” and that line alone motivated me so much to “get it right.” I ended up passing that mid-term with flying colors. I believe music has the power of healing also. When my friend was ill, I remember sitting next to her bed and quite literally lifting her out of her pain with a ballad of romantic break-up songs. I remember starting out with “You Are Not Alone”, followed up with “Complicated Heart”, continued with “My Heart Will Go On”, added Diana Ross’s most needy song “Touch Me In The Morning”, and finally ended with an inspiration by the Bee Gees to help my friend keep “Staying Alive.” She threw hot soup at me. But nonetheless, the power of music prevailed and always. Save the music, don’t let it die, and whatever you do, never sing “The Mistake of Love” at a wedding.