I often wonder at the power of music to alter one's mood almost instantaneously and in a very direct way. Maybe the phrase 'Music was my first love' carries within it a profound truth about the nature of humanness - perhaps music appreciation is an even older attribute of humanness than language ability; maybe early proto humans communicated through song before complex vocabulary and syntax developed.
Also, music, it seems to me at least, seems to be processed in a different part of the brain from that which we use for rational thinking. My evidence that is ear-worms. The nature of ear worms is that they are intrusive, uncalled for quite often. Sometimes I get a tune in my head and it seems to come from somewhere else in my mind, not directly under 'my' control; in fact I cannot shut them down by force of willpower, so they often end up keeping me awake at night, like some noisy damn neighbours who refuse to turn their stereo down.
Just a thought for a Thursday morning.
Now get back to your YouTubeing. 
To quote Schopenhauer
" The effect of music is so very much more powerful and penetrating than is that of the other arts, for these others speak only of the shadow, but music of the essence.
Vol. I, Ch. II
This art is music. It stands quite apart from all the others. In it we do not recognize the copy, the repetition, of any Idea of the inner nature of the world. Yet it is such a great and exceedingly fine art, its effect on man's innermost nature is so powerful, and it is so completely and profoundly understood by him in his innermost being as an entirely universal language, whose distinctness surpasses even that of the world of perception itself, that in it we certainly have to look for more than that exercitium arithmeticae occultum nescientis se numerare animi [exercise in arithmetic in which the mind does not know it is counting] which Leibniz took it to be.
Vol. I, Ch. III : The World As Representation : Second Aspect, as translated by Eric F. J. Payne (1958)
The composer reveals the innermost nature of the world, and expresses the profoundest wisdom in a language that his reasoning faculty does not understand, just as a magnetic somnambulist gives information about things of which she has no conception when she is awake. Therefore in the composer, more than in any other artist, the man is entirely separate and distinct from the artist.
Vol. I, Ch. III, The World As Representation"
But anyway - The Colourfield
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6c5ntJ6Kw0&feature=related
