Music is the culture of Revolution. It gives voice to the masses, it communicates what is in our hearts. The subject of music is widely discussed in yoga studios. Should we only play Indian music honoring the past (did they even play music in their yoga classes 4,000 years ago), should we avoid music and observe noble silence, does music interfere with our thoughts, does the music guide us on our journey, is the music obscure enough, too much pop, too loud, too quiet?
I love music. In some senses, I hear music everywhere I go. The whirling rhythm of bike wheels spinning, the back beat of car doors slamming, the wailing of a child cutting across the soundscape like a Gibson Hollow Body Guitar. When I lay my head on my pillow and the silence becomes overwhelming, I hear songs playing. No voices telling me to do things, just music guiding the rhythm of my life.
When looking at sound options for Marin Power Yoga, I listened to a variety of speakers and talked with experts. I knew we needed the voice to be clear and crisp, with throbbing bass underneath. I knew we needed to be energized by the depth of the kick drum and motivated by the crack of the snare. Our souls vibrate at their own frequency, guiding our bodies and freeing our minds. It is our choice to hear the music, to listen carefully, to understand the deeper meaning.
Somewhere along the line, yoga teachers became DJs. We monitor and control all aspects of the ambiance in the room, from the lights to the heat to the music being played. It is your choice to let go of control and dive into the experience, or to see the lights as too bright or too dim and the music as too loud or inappropriate. Whether you find Bob Marley in Savasana offensive or the pulsating bass of Michael Franti annoying, you always have the option to let go and allow the music to move you.
There is a time for silence and it has it’s place in every class. As you listen carefully you will find the silence deafening, whether it is your pulsating heartbeat blowing your ear drums out or the sound of a fire truck passing thru town or a little Huey Lewis reminding us it’s hip to be square. Stop fighting the music and start moving with the rhythm of life the envelopes your soul.
Below is a link to one of my favorite playlists of Michael Franti & Spearhead Songs. Best if played LOUD.