In short, all good things are wild and free. There is something in a strain of music, whether produced by an instrument or by the human voice… which by its wildness, to speak without satire, reminds me of the cries emitted by wild beasts in their native forests. It is so much of their wildness as I can understand. Give me for my friends and neighbors wild men, not tame ones.
— Thoreau, Walking (this essay is certainly worth a read. or re-read, if you are like me and haven’t read it since being forced to in high school English class.)