I've never understood how people could survive without music. I get the fact that I'm at the extreme end of the spectrum with the thousands of LPs and CDs I own, but when I walk into a house and don't see evidence of any music, it doesn't make a lot of sense to me.
The power of a great song is transformative. You can be in a bad or melancholy mood, and a good song can come on the radio, or be the next one on the mix tape, and the next thing you know, you can just pack up all those worries in your kit bag, and just turn it up loud, and let the music wash over you.
Today's example, strange though it may be to many, is "Unguided," by the New Pornographers. This came on during my drive home today, and all of a sudden, everything was all right with the world.