Inspiration. Or should I say Fuel?

Today, I was thinking. It was about this girl who told me that music is her life. She's not the only person I've heard say that (even you have probably told me the same thing). Then I was like, "Well, I like music too. I just wouldn't consider it something I've devoted my life to." If you think about it, you would probably never ask someone what kind of music they liked and get the answer, "I don't like music." It just won't happen. Is it possible that music (disregarding the type of music) is a thing, maybe the only thing, that every person that has and does and will ever exist can say they like? I feel like that's a big thing, especially in a world where wars happen, or where people take each other's lives over money, or where friends can become enemies and family members can turn their backs on each other. Music is a big deal. I probably wouldn't be rambling about this if I hadn't found this blog post about a band we like while scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed. If you look to the right, there are 2 quotes that the blogger has underneath her info. If you don't feel like looking to the right, here they are for you to read:

"I love the relationship that anyone has with music: because there's something in us that is beyond the reach of words, something that eludes and defies our best attempts to spit it out. It's the best part of us, probably, the richest and strangest part..." 

—Nick Hornby, Songbook

"Music has always been a matter of energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel."

—Hunter S. Thompson

I guess I just feel really good that there's something that can't be argued about in the world. I also feel better that I don't have to be someone who knows all the statistics of every album sold by all their favorite bands to be considered a true fan. And maybe, I also feel better because I don't feel like a I have to hide the fact that I've listened to Justin Bieber's new album. All the way through. At least three times. And I liked it. (Actually, maybe this is the only place I will feel safe admitting that. Sue me.)

P.S. I come bearing gifts.There are some very nice tracks available for download at the end of the previously mentioned blog post, so you should check them out. I'm already in love after thirty seconds of the first one.