Music...
Music can have an amazing effect in many ways as we all know. There are some pieces that are like an open wound threatening to tear your chest cavity apart.
Others are like thick dollops of glucose poured straight into the heart. How beautiful that is.
Whether the songs or arrangements are complex and detailed or sparse and almost barren and primal its interesting the spaces it can invade.
We all keep our sane cap on, bit like the mad persons tin foil hat to keep the radiation out. Ours is a thin veneer or normality and contrived contained character, we are all plain we are all sane.
Some days are harder than others. Some emotions creep out - I have seen people apologise profusely for bursting into tears or for releasing unstemable bouts of uncontrolled laughter. I say give me that any day - as long as its not from me. Masking brewing emotion in that cauldron called the mind or its defective counterpart the known as the 'heart' takes ceaseless vigilance and wears us all down eventually.
Music can pop the emotional bubble that's threatening to burst.
It all comes out. Either when alone, shared, in health, in heightened and low forms, in good and in bad.
So much can be cured with song - corny I know. I'll wear the corny title.
How much rage can be expressed, how soothed, how tempered and coddled? Music can make you practically swoon. It can make you visceral and feisty - build a physical thirst. It can temper and simply mellow you, it can tap into the ephemeral and lofty heightened highs of the mind or stir the most basic and tribal within us. It can create clarity.
Some music is a jouney, into a part of your heart or your brain, a memory, a hidden desire, a lost motivator, a scar, a pain, a loss. It can give and it can take. It can build it can give you a future remind you of your past. I think I would wither and die if not for music.
I cannot play. I don't really sing but the music peals and resonates within me making me a better thing.
Music can have an amazing effect in many ways as we all know. There are some pieces that are like an open wound threatening to tear your chest cavity apart.
Others are like thick dollops of glucose poured straight into the heart. How beautiful that is.
Whether the songs or arrangements are complex and detailed or sparse and almost barren and primal its interesting the spaces it can invade.
Some days are harder than others. Some emotions creep out - I have seen people apologise profusely for bursting into tears or for releasing unstemable bouts of uncontrolled laughter. I say give me that any day - as long as its not from me. Masking brewing emotion in that cauldron called the mind or its defective counterpart the known as the 'heart' takes ceaseless vigilance and wears us all down eventually. Music can pop the emotional bubble that's threatening to burst.
It all comes out. Either when alone, shared, in health, in heightened and low forms, in good and in bad.
So much can be cured with song - corny I know. I'll wear the corny title.
How much rage can be expressed, how soothed, how tempered and coddled? Music can make you practically swoon. It can make you visceral and feisty - build a physical thirst. It can temper and simply mellow you, it can tap into the ephemeral and lofty heightened highs of the mind or stir the most basic and tribal within us. It can create clarity.
Some music is a jouney, into a part of your heart or your brain, a memory, a hidden desire, a lost motivator, a scar, a pain, a loss. It can give and it can take. It can build it can give you a future remind you of your past. I think I would wither and die if not for music.
I cannot play. I don't really sing but the music peals and resonates within me making me a better thing.
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