She can’t walk, or she couldn’t when she was with us in Texas. She could not even stand up unless she was hanging on to something. But she had rhythm. We began to notice that her shoulders and hips would begin to sway when music was on. At first I thought it was indigestion but after some experiments it was infant dancing. She really like Father Abraham accompanied by the guitar.
We noticed that when we were in the car and she was fussy that certain music would calm her down. That brings up thoughts about the effects of music. I have heard that plants grow better when you play classical music than they do to the sounds of rap. While I can understand that for anything with a brain I don’t see how that works with plants. God has truly designed a complex world. Evolution would certainly have not programed in musical response in plants.
I am not a fan of rap. A few days ago I had my window open and a car pulled up next to me with its window open. I had the chance to listen to his choice of “music”. The most obvious element of his choice was that it only had a loud bass and a steady rhythm. The second most obvious contribution was vocabulary that would get me fired if I was still working, arrested if out in public and slapped if my mother were still alive.
I guess I should not gripe if I have to sing Father Abraham or The Hokey Pokey.
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