Music is possibly the most democratic of the arts. Song can move just about anyone provided that the music has some merit. Yes, people don’t like particular genres, but virtuosi are so admirable, whether they are drumming, humming or strumming. In particular, the human voice can be extraordinarily inspiring provoking emotions in ways that make the family of man a true family.

In the 18th century, the family of man, as found in England, was really only just learning the power of music. There were distinct audiences that were largely separated by class with small ensembles playing for exclusive audiences in cozy surroundings and larger orchestral numbers designed for concert halls or more often churches. The bringing together of people to listen to music was an overt act of melding individuals into a whole for an experience designed to emphasize common bonds.

There were those who actively campaigned against the playing of any sort of music. For some of these people, most notably Cromwell’s followers in the mid-17th century, it was offensive to God to make music. This perverse sort of thinking persists today, but in a different form. Today, certain members of that family prove needy requiring greater attention. If someone can tell me what is more important than that, money notwithstanding, I might suggest that they listen to more music.