Is listening to people sing.

I love it so much.

I was on my way home from hanging out with my agent late tonight and was waiting at the 59th Street station for what seemed like forever, but there was this man with a beat up boombox singing “My Girl” and it was absolutely beautiful. His voice was so expressive and soulful. It made the hot, stale air of the underground just dance with feeling and life.

Music is beautiful, and there is nothing like listening to someone sing their soul out.

I feel like music is one of my most prized possessions and is special because absolutely NO ONE can take it from me. It infuses so many emotions and memories.

You can strip a man bare, but as long as he’s alive, there will still be a song in his heart.

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