Music, Just Give Me Music

I'm not much of one for reading scientific research or reports. Even when it's something I'm deeply interested or moved by, I tend to take the bullet-points, thanks. I've never been very good at reading any non-fiction, with the exception of history, which fascinates me.
What I am thinking about, talked about a great deal among my friends lately, is the science of how music moves us. I really don't want to know what the research says. There's something primordial (correct wording, not sure) that reaches from the strains of music to deep within my soul, and I fear a little that if I knew what the REASON was for this, it would lose some of it's magic.
Music can make me dance (I don't), laugh, cry and bring up memories like nothing else (although I've been told our sense of smell is like this - I wouldn't know, too many allergies). One of my favorite memories related to music is this: My oldest daughter, then about 9 years old, was listening to Faith Hill's "This Kiss" and asked me what centrifugal motion is. Far better to show her than to tell her. We clasped hands and spun in circles, fell laughing to the grass. I still feel a bit like the 3rd grader she was then when I think of it.