I wish I can gather anyone and everyone who has a persevering Dad to watch this film on Father's Day (June 17). I want to collect each and everyone's awe, laughter, tears, hopes, fears, and praises as it plays on. I want this to be watched so badly.
The Music Never Stopped resonates a relationship between a father and a son so strong, unbreakably unconditional, it's a masterpiece of the conductor that deserves a standing ovation; it is a note higher that is the defining moment - pulls one to a breathless state, breaking us beautifully into explicable tears.
Based on a true story, a couple received a call from the hospital of the state of their long lost son, Gabriel. Twenty (20) years of neglect, Gabriel was diagnosed with a brain tumor that left him unable to store new information and is lost with memories that are already in and are just coming in. Not exactly stupid but medically retarded, Gabriel is far from what he dreams to become.
Like a song that makes its way through the cracks of a concrete wall, there is a melody of hope that is waiting to be hummed. Music transports Gabriel back to his complete self with an enthusiasm like the last chorus to a song. His own personal taste in music was not only a tool to tune Gabriel back in harmony but it also was the only recognizable and remaining connection between Gabriel and his father, Henry, as the song for the latter mellows to a fade.
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