Melodic Nirvana

What would the world be without music?

A barren desert left to our eyes to soothe our souls.

Many people make a fuss out of what other people "listen" to. What kind of playlist they have on their iPods or whatever those things are called (I remember when I got mine, my mumsy had the cute but misleading assumption that since everyone walked around with it it was "the thing" - is not! Where am I supposed to stick that brick? Up my vagina?! ), or what kind of lyrics they can recite to you by heart. I include myself in that group. Of course I will think you sock because you listen to Spice Girls or ... Hillary Duff (mini vomit). But the point of this written contemplation, and music in general for the matter, is something entirely different.

A universal medium of expression, a juice to thought and flow, music rocks our worlds. Whether you are creating or listening to music, you're making a choice, making a decision to at that moment express exactly what those fine tuned notes allow you to. It gives infinite power. Of course, without music, there would still be sound. But its when those sounds come together in whatever harmony suits the specific persona that stars explode and people cry. With the increasing number of people upon this planet, the variety of genre and sound within the musical universe expands, just like the cosmic universe around us, galaxies far far away (ever listen to the soundtrack to Star Wars? A - ma zing). The more people, the more intense the need for each of them to find some kind of tune, that when it reaches their amazingly constructed anatomical hearing structures, chemicals go crazy and simply put, people become music.

It's because music is a treasure box of emotions that we cherish it so tenderly. It can make us mad, joyful, unhappy, it can make us cry, laugh, smile and move. Music is the adrenalin to both soul and mind. There is nothing quite like it. Sure, looking at Van Gogh's Sunflowers or Degas's beautifully disformed ballerinas can stir those cords deep within the imaginary concept of our souls, but music is beautiful for is ungraspable fluidity.

Maybe people love music so much because just like our mind's, we cannot touch it. Its something that we think we can feel but that we will never really lay our hands upon. Just like our mind, music is something that we can only lay our heart upon. Whether its a soothing Afro-American voice that takes out out into the battlefields of America's racial scene or just a lonely Spanish guitar player taking you into his bed, its the element of the imaginary and the surprise that people love to hear. Pun intended.