Thanks to all who answered me, but l'll love shared experience of how music affected somebody for good or bad

Question

I need these details to help youths become more responsible in the choice and use of music, and not to over-do things to the point of neglecting other duties and responsibilities. Thank you all in advance

Answer 1

Good music can raise your vibration and uplift your soul. Bad music can sound like hell to your ears and depress or frustrate you. It doesn't matter the genre as much as the thoughts put into that music. A responsible person will never need to be told what to listen to or not listen to because they will be wise enough to choose what's right and best.

Answer 2

wen i listened to opera for the first time iwas amazed by how great ther voices sound and excited to listen to more opera. what they sing is more intellectual and it can be positive and negative, wichever ....i feel unique wen i listen to it bcuz im only 13.

Answer 3

I had an experience where music literally changed the direction of my life for the good and forever. I was very troubled as a teenager because I often felt that no one understood me - I always felt different and confused about why I didn't seem to fit in like everyone else. I hadn't taken a huge interest in music because my parent's weren't huge fans of any bands, so I didn't really develop a taste for music at a young age.

However all of this changed when I met my friend, Seth in High school - Grade 9. As I said eariler I wasn't a big social person and I hadn't experienced music much (nothing beyond the normal generic stuff). The reason I met Seth was because he was just like me, an outcast - someone who didn't seem to belong in any social group. Because of this we just seemed to naturally become friends.

It wasn't long after we started to hang out (probably a week after he came to the school, he had come from interstate with just his mother who was divorced) that he wanted to see if I would come over. I had rarely been to anyone's house and the idea was so cool to me because I had felt lonely for so long. The problem was that he spent his Saturdays helping his mother work on their new house. He told me I should come around one Sunday morning (since on school days we had homework). I told him I had to go to church on Sunday mornings. He told me to ask my parents to skip just this once so I could see him at his house. My parents didn't like the idea of me missing out on church with them, but they weren't blind to my lack of a social life and said okay.

I was real happy that Sunday morning as I walked off to Seth's house. It was really nice there - so different from our house with such minimal trimmings (probably things were tight for his mother as a single-parent) but still there was such variety of furnishings that I had never seen - so many cool trinkets and symbols of various cultures and religions. I went to Seth's room were we started to talk. Seth was shocked that I didn't listen to much music; in fact I didn't have a single CD which he couldn't understand. He was a huge music person with an electric guitar and heaps of CDs. He said he'd better get me into some.

We listened to some old guitar rich bands like the classics of Iron Maiden and Led Zeppelin. Then after we heard a few tracks he said he'd had enough showing me the classics and it was time for some real stuff. He put on Deicide and the track Kill the Christian. From the moment that track started I knew I was changed. Unlike the classics it had a message, a message that spoke to me. Not only was it awesome for it's guitar work - but it spoke to my very being - I was truly hearing music and coming to understand it's great liberating power. The lyrics were awesome: On the cross of Calvary your body bashed, defeated, stabbed Blessing as you hate; Loyal to your enemies Monetary faith; As him you'll pay for the lies of your prophecy; Satan wants you dead. Whoa! I remember saying. Yeah! he replied. Since I had no music he said take a few Deicide CDs - you're into real music now and you gotta get collecting.

I went home later the day feeling like a new person. No longer was I a slave to the foolish and hypocritical falsity of Christianity - I was liberated, a free-thinker, no longer a sheep. I held the CDs in my hands - Amon: Feasting the Beast and Once Upon The Cross. They had so much to teach about how to stop the brainwashing and how Christianity is destroying the planet. I was happy to have finally found a meaning, a belonging. I soon after committed myself to Satan by joining the Church of Satan - and to this day I stay true to myself and continue the fight against the evils of the weak God. Christian blood is my lust and Satan my lord.