Play that funky music till you...

Hi!

I would like to write one thought about music and its all encompassing effect on us humans. I was watching MTV and listening to this you know, rather -emo-, punk rock, emotive, expressive genre of song whatever and I was reminded of why people love music so much. It puts you in Such a zone that things that don't seem to matter suddenly do.

For e.g., most songs carry rather ambiguous phrases and words that could mean Anything to Anyone. Quoting a line from the much famed emo funky nemo song of the Century, "Show me a garden that is bursting into life." Now, as you listen to this line, coupled with the heart wrenching music of about 3 chords playing over and over again in the background, you might think, oh! a garden bursting into life. That's a pretty picture. Or, oh! a garden bursting into life, I want to flourish like that picture of beauty too but what a pity, my life is so sad. Or oh! a garden bursting into life, it's too bad the world is a junkyard. Things like that. So you might get so enamoured by the poetic beauty of this song and the words that accompany it, that your entire outlook on the rest of life is, subliminally tainted by this picture. You see a lot of things through this lens of sadness, and melancholy. Oh how tragic.

As you go about the day with your white ipod-ish earphones stuffed in your ear, through the ear wax, you listen to your songs, and you go about thinking, oh the world is so sad. Oh my life is so sad. Oh sometimes I just wanna lie with me and just forget the world. And then a tear forms at the corner of your eye and you think, wait a minute, big girls don't cry. And you're just immersed in this bubble of marginal sadness that isn't even yours! You Find things to identify with in the song even though your life might have absolutely nothing to do with it! It's like an excuse to feel sad and mopey all the time. Omg the power music has over us!

Then people think I'm a religious geek cos I only listen to Christian songs. Blah. That's cos I recognize and understand the moving power of music and I am no alien to it. If music is going to have the power to affect as much as it does, it might as well affect me in a way that counts for something more than my own sadness and melancholy. Enforcing your own mild spates of depression for too long is just too vindictive for my liking! muahaha.

I really hope I made sense. My writing has turned out to be crappier than I envisioned. But oh well. That's why I don't listen to music (it's not good for your health). Hahaha.