Everything


Everything…


Music is obsession. It’s not about knowledge. You should go wild and crazy but don’t go insane. It’s hard to say something intelligent about music. You can review a record or list all the merits of a certain artist. Give them the universal nod because his or her charm or magnetism does something for you. You can write something decent about a giant book of reference. But saying anything brainy or clever about music is damn difficult. Because it boils down to one thing and one thing alone: taste.  Preference, liking, style. And as soon as someone thinks they say something knowledgeable or clever about music and their neighbor has a completely different opinion about that matter. That neighbor will immediately find the remark dumb and the one who said it, an idiot. And rightly so. That’s how it works.
Music is religion. Everybody has their own church filled with the vinyl they love, the cd’s they cherish and the digital files they take everywhere with them. It is their personal soundtrack filled with their heroes. It will accompany you on your adventure; which they will enrich and you will experience adventures through them. It will make you get in touch with something higher. And remember; that song that brings you in a state of ecstasy will not woe everyone. And the other way around. That’s why when we meet those that are enchanted by the same beautiful notes as us we immediately bond and become friends.
Music is the diary we keep. Because all the songs from your childhood will still transport you back in time towards the backseat of your parents car looking out the window seeing that fallen shed in that sun glazed cornfield as you drive through a foreign landscape. It will transport you back to a memory you cherish or one that has caused you pain. It can make you relive that great love and make you feel the heat of that one perfect summer once again. And music makes new memories. Those concert moments when you feel the earth hurling through space at the enormous speed it actually is. When you walk out of the venue, the park or somebodies living room and feel your perspective on life has completely shifted.
Music is art. And with all forms of art and all forms of expression; not everyone gets it at that moment in time in the world. Where and whenever that may be. It is of course not really the object of the art form. In reality it is made because it has to be made. The artists has to produce that magical riff to lift his own spirit; has to perform that perfect rhythm to hear his heart beat faster or slower. Or to have his thoughts, feelings and message delivered through that universal art of vocalization. It is not made to sell products but to have the same effect on people that it had on the maker. With luck the artist has found something that strikes a chord in the heart of everyone; but it is made with the same amount of love when there’s only one, two or a handful of others out there that get it…  
Music is what drives, what propels and what keeps us going. Try to think of a world without it. Where would we be? Together with the other art forms it is what makes us human. It is the only real beauty left in our human existence. And where sculptures and paintings dive into your soul via your mind; which is its receptor and therefor transforms the experience to something that involves the intellect. Even more so when it comes to books. Music shoots straight into your very core and weaves itself into the rhythm of your heart. And together, they perform that glorious legendary symphony….
Music. We cannot exist without it…
 
 
And yes, we buy music. We buy vinyl. We go to concerts. We buy other merchandise connected to music. And we buy cd’s and DVD’s. And we feel everyone should do so. The same goes for books and art. Sure, we can understand, on some weird level, that when people travel a lot it is perhaps easier to read a book on a screen; so that you can keep that electronic glare in your eyes to a fine tuned constant. And have multiple books present; even though you only have time to read one or two. But there is nothing that can compete with that physical feel of paper and the smell of ink. Sure you can see a picture of the Mona Lisa on your computer. But there is nothing that can live up to being mashed between hordes of tourists while you try to catch a glimpse of that postage on the wall of the Louvre. Or seeing the Lady With An Ermine by the same painter completely alone for at least fifteen minutes in a Castle in Krakow. So why should you settle for less?
I’ve had the pleasure and good fortune to meet almost all of my musical heroes and ask them a few of the more important questions when it comes to music. It is of course the question that we also hear in Almost Famous. “What do you love about music?” And all of them had answers that were roughly the same. How it truly speaks, how it truly moves, how it is so universal, how it makes them breathe and that it is the very core of their being. That they could not live without it… Well; exactly:
To begin with… Everything…
 
 
 
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