When I play
music I like in my tiny studietto I feel me like I connect to something non-terrestrial,
mysterious, beyond beauty.
Being there
is like going to the temple and the audio system isn’t gears, anymore, but a
shrine and a connection to this alternate world of beauty where no priests and
masses are necessary to connect to the God of Music.
Why am I
writing above lapalissianities?
Because
something really happen to my mind and whole being: my heartbeat and breathing changes,
when I enter my music room, tired or annoyed or angry from my daily job
amenities, everything better focus and is scaled down to its real weight and
importance vs. my very own life.
I feel that
only a few miles above our heads there are stars and planets and zero Kelvin temperatures
and silence… maybe it’s why I so much love music and silence among notes…
It’s a
cosmic bond to where we all live and come from, the universe and its fractal
rules, where an orchestral fortissimo
with tympany and thundering drums are like a storm or an asteroid falling on the
Moon surface… where a strings pianissimo
or a theremin or an e-bowed guitar sounds like the soundtrack to a satellite
orbiting around our planet Earth… or the whooshing of our most inner, secret
mind-chatting.
Everything’s
beauty?
Nope!
Some
free-jazz sounds to my romantic, flawed ears like a samsara – i.e. men fighting for nothing, wars, suffering, screaming
hungry kids in Sudan, violence and assorted
nasty human habits of sort…
Music can
really be much MORE than
entertaining, dancing stuff!
Titles, both
in rock, popular and classical music are a suggestion coming from the composer/artist…
they sometime hint to what the musician saw when writing/playing the score.
Colors,
moods, emotions can only be barely suggested… everything is very personal and
private.
I still
fondly remember a maybe 12 years old me playing the fantasy-game with my
younger brothers – i.e. a tune was played on the stereo and we were inventing
short stories or images or characters behind the notes…
… and as my
mom was saying: “If someone loves music, flowers and animals cannot be bad at
all.”
I fondly
agree…
Forever.
1 comment:
Very well put my friend. Music is the height of spirituality and so much more than mere musical notes. Your post puts it excellently!
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