I love music.  For as long as I can remember… I love to listen to it… sing to it… dance…. to the music.

Right now, my tool of choice in Pandora Radio.  For those who don’t know Pandora… it lets you choose the “stations” you want.  For instance, I am a huge fan of “The Talking Heads”… so I created a Talking Heads Station.  I have a wide assortment of stations.  Everything from “Alt J,” to “Vampire Weekend,” “David Byrne” … .. to “Leonard Bernstein.”  I know I’ve mentioned all of this before.  But there is a story. Sort of.

This morning I was working out.  As I do most every morning.  I go downstairs, get out my little mat and weights.. and crank out the tunes on Pandora Radio.  (It is not like the Navy Seals workout or anything… but for a 51 year old scrawny woman… it is par for the course.)

Anyway… this morning… right after “Hozier” belted out The Work Song….. what comes on?  The cast of “Fiddler on the Roof” singing Tradition.  Oh… BET ME!

It was all it took.  I couldn’t hold back.  I had to start dancing around the floor like the dudes up balancing on the rooftops… you know… The Fiddlers.  With their little prayer shawls draped around their wastes and cute little hats atop their heads. …. … keeping their arms crossed and kicking their legs out this way and that.

I scared the dogs.  They come down every morning and watch me work out.  Clearly… this was a routine they had never witnessed before.  Ollie started chasing her tail… and Frances took cover behind the couch.  I think my Russian Dance Routine was simply too much for their little doggie-brains to handle.

The point is… music can have a powerful effect on us.  It does everything from making the Merry-Go-All-The-Way-Around…. to charming the snake…. to inciting 40,000 humans to flick a lighter and hold it in the air.

Today… it caused me to move like …. no one was watching except the dogs… … and then laugh out loud at myself.

Music Sweet Music.  What a blessing. What a gift.  At least… for some.  For the dogs… it was traumatic.