All the bands get along really well. That's one of the biggest

On Harmony Among Companions and the Power of Unity

There was once a time, in ages past, when men marched not for fame nor wealth, but for purpose. They carried with them not only their weapons or their instruments, but their spirits, bound together in one cause. So too did Brandon Thomas, a musician of our more recent days, speak from that same ancient truth when he said: “All the bands get along really well. That’s one of the biggest things on a tour. It’s great to get all these cool bands together, but if they don’t get along it sucks.” These words, though spoken in the language of music, echo far beyond the stage. They speak to the law of harmony that governs all endeavors where human hearts must move as one.

To bring great bands together is like gathering mighty rivers into one sea — powerful, dazzling, full of promise. But without understanding, without kindness, without unity, the waters turn turbulent, and the sea devours itself. Brandon Thomas reminds us that in every joint labor — whether it be a tour, a journey, or a dream — human harmony is the foundation of greatness. For talent, however radiant, is but noise without fellowship; and ambition, however fierce, turns bitter when surrounded by discord.

Consider the fate of the Greek city-states. Once, they were the marvel of the ancient world — Athens, Sparta, Corinth, and Thebes, each shining with its own brilliance. Yet pride and rivalry tore them apart. Instead of joining as brothers to protect their civilization, they quarreled and fell prey to the Macedonian conquerors. Their art, their wisdom, their glory — all dimmed beneath the shadow of their disunity. Cool bands they were indeed, strong and beautiful, but they could not “get along,” and so their song ended before its time.

Contrast this with the tale of the Apollo 11 crew, who journeyed to the moon in the twentieth century. Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins were not just skilled men — they were one mind in three bodies. Each depended utterly on the others, trusting their hands and their hearts in the silence of space. There was no room for jealousy, for pride, or for discord. Their mission succeeded not because of individual brilliance, but because of perfect harmony — a unity of purpose stronger than fear. In their fellowship, the whole Earth rose with them.

When Brandon Thomas spoke of bands getting along, he was speaking of this sacred truth — that the spirit of companionship is the heartbeat of creation. A band that plays without love will never find rhythm; a company that works without respect will never find success. For harmony is not the absence of difference — it is the art of blending difference into beauty. The drummer, the guitarist, the singer — each has his own sound, but when they listen to one another, they create something greater than themselves.

And so it is in all walks of life. In the household, in the workshop, in the nation — where men and women forget to listen, chaos is born. The mightiest efforts crumble when poisoned by strife, but even the humblest labor can shine when hearts beat together. Unity transforms weakness into strength, just as a single voice becomes a song when joined by others. The ancients called this the “music of the spheres,” where all things — stars, winds, and souls — move in concert under divine harmony.

The lesson, then, is clear: cherish harmony. Seek it among your friends, your colleagues, your family. Do not let pride or ego poison the bond. When you walk with others, walk in rhythm. When you speak, speak with kindness. When you lead, lead not through domination, but through respect. Remember that a great endeavor is not built upon perfection of skill, but upon perfection of spirit.

And if ever you find yourself among your companions — be they musicians, workers, or dreamers — remember Brandon Thomas’s wisdom. It is not enough to gather cool bands together; they must get along. For only when souls are united does the music of life reach its fullest harmony. Without it, even the most beautiful melody will fall to silence — but with it, even the simplest note becomes immortal.