f images move the imagination, then music moves the heart. 

 

In the age of VCR machines, latchkey kids like me would watch hours of TV, and flicks that you could rent for a buck. Watching the suspense unfold as I'm being titillated amidst my tenth viewing of the movie Halloween, I try an experiment... I turn the volume all the way down on the TV set, and the reality hit me. The masked serial killer doesn't scare me. It’s the soundtrack that scares the bejesus out of me. 

 

Either it be making a creepy movie scene even creepier, or a  TV show more engaging, it seems to always come back to the music that stirs our emotion, and gets us to feel beyond the images, and words.