connection

a thought on music and beauty

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This text was originally written in mid 2013.

For me, music has always been about connection. I never walked without dictating the rhythm of steps or listened to tinklings without imagining their musicality, even though I don’t know what musicality is.

I’ve always kept a relationship with her, I always got inspired by her, or sought for comfort. I have always depended on her. My bond. Since when I can remember, the musical notes enchant me, they capture me, they hypnotize me. The surfaces and the various types of materials hallucinate me by their different timbre when tapping.

The possibility of an infinite combination of notes, rhythms, tempos, are as DNA combinations that make every being unique and precious. Each musical piece is unique and precious. Each musical arrangement deserves reverence for the simple fact of existing.

Every time I go to any kind of concert, that’s what I imagine. The artist there, and myself here, connected by the perfect and precious combinations pressured through the air to the eardrums. Religious ritual.

“Art is my goddess, music is my religion” — Otep Shamaya

That’s what I look for. This permanent connection — as if the lack of it weakens the bond.

Deep down, I am actually passionated by beauty. And music is beautiful. Incredibly beautiful. All the sounds interconnected uniquely. It’s stupidly beautiful. It puts my own existence, my unique and precious combination of being, so below of all this perfection. And I can only bow down.