I love musicI honestly dont think I could live without it. I love the way music pours itself all over you and seems to seep down into the cracks that you didnt know were there. It takes hold of you and makes you feel in ways that may be contrary to your present state of mind; it doesnt matter if it is happy-go-lucky, moody, dark, catchy, gritty, angry or rhythmic. Music is an overpowering force of nature that, like a rogue wave rising up out of the oceans of the mundane, washes you away in your own emotions and drags you deep into them, if you let it. I particularly enjoy music that increases in layers of feeling, drawing you into it with apparent and methodical intent; lights drums or cymbals, followed by a bumping bass or hypnotic strings, and then covered with a crazy guitar riff or full orchestral accompaniment. Its like a representation of life, coming it at you one stage and one challenge at time, with subtle hints of what might be coming nextif you listen closely.
But music is taking a turn (for me) lately. It seems that popular demand has driven many artists to a sense of accomplishment that is achieved only from the production of capital and name awareness. The music is too forced, pretentious or simply irrelevant to carry any real effect. There are so few artists that seem to make music for the sake of music and, in doing so, create lasting works of art that we so eagerly induct into the soundtracks of our lives, recalling fond and (sometimes) fearful memories at the sound of the familiar choruses. For those of us who listen with our hearts and with our souls, it is a slow and degenerative death that is taking place; one that we desperately want to avoid, but often feel powerless to change. For me, it is often a hindrance to a happy medium in life because I desperately want to create new memories, but more often than not my soundtrack is stuck on repeat because the new contenders arent living up to the old tracks and the memories associated with them.
Im not sure if thats a bi-product of music or of living.
But music is taking a turn (for me) lately. It seems that popular demand has driven many artists to a sense of accomplishment that is achieved only from the production of capital and name awareness. The music is too forced, pretentious or simply irrelevant to carry any real effect. There are so few artists that seem to make music for the sake of music and, in doing so, create lasting works of art that we so eagerly induct into the soundtracks of our lives, recalling fond and (sometimes) fearful memories at the sound of the familiar choruses. For those of us who listen with our hearts and with our souls, it is a slow and degenerative death that is taking place; one that we desperately want to avoid, but often feel powerless to change. For me, it is often a hindrance to a happy medium in life because I desperately want to create new memories, but more often than not my soundtrack is stuck on repeat because the new contenders arent living up to the old tracks and the memories associated with them.
Im not sure if thats a bi-product of music or of living.