MUSIC AND LIFE
Last week I was fortunate to see an image with a quote, near the subway station, which said: “Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.” That quote was from Victor Hugo, the famous French novelist. It caught my attention for a moment and inspired me to write this article.
I have to recognize this, and it’s that writing about music sometimes can become a complete paradox; too many emotions that hope to be transmitted through words but at the same time the ability to do this betray us and we fall into the situation of a mental block. Talking about it is like talking about an art, which is ancient as humanity itself. Defining it is a difficult task.
Kurt Cobain said that “Music is synonym of freedom, of playing what you want and how you want, as long as it is good and made with passion. Let music be love’s food.”
There is evidence that, even from prehistoric times, primitive men managed to elaborate rustic instruments and thus produce sounds. Can that be called music? Indeed, yes.
Freedom. A very suitable word to refer to this creative process. Because that is precisely what it is: pure creation.
A TYPE FOR EVERY PERSON
When we search the internet for the phrase “types of music” we will find a great variety of results. Modern, pop, classical, rock, and many more. Is there a limit to the creation of a musical style? The answer is simple: no. Because there are no limits for human creation. Music is that continuous creation, innovative and sustained in time.
The diversity of styles and genres that exist is enormous. It could be said then, that there is a type of music for each type of a person.
There will be those who enjoy Vivaldi, Mozart enjoying the harmony of silence, as if they were living the full illusion that they are in an opera. But for others, classical music will seem boring.
AS A FORM OF EXPRESSION
The personality of each human being is like a cloud of mystery, it´s revealed in it’s very own particular way and at the moment that person wants it to be known.
When we hear our favorite song, all our feelings and the mood get transformed into something like that of waves. These waves would be capable of becoming a single melody that can move our heart and possibly hum to the joy of the moment.
Sometimes music does for us what others cannot. Through nostalgia and melancholy, music gives us one of our favorite escape routes: reliving any kind of sensation, which disappeared, is an exercise of sweet masochism.
Although it is hard to believe, music is the extension of life that we don’t live, it has the amazing power to make us believe that we are a different person from who we really are. Music is to memories what the illusion is to life. Talking about music, for those who love it above all else, is natural and inevitable.
Regardless of genres, preferences or any other consideration, love for the music makes you complicit in those who feel it and show the same kind of possible emotions. It is as if we shared a single and immense heart, of course, with all the differences of our own perceptions of it.
AS AN EMOTION
My sociology teacher used to say that “Music is the universal language of emotions; a perfect architecture whose mission is to elevate those emotions to infinity.” It profiles such sensations that is beyond human reasoning. Often, that feeling cannot be describe with minimum dexterity of words. It is definitely something really difficult to conceive. In Beethoven’s words: “Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend”.
If there is something in this world that I will never abandon, or a debt that I cannot pay, that will be with music. The certainty of his company is really interesting, both in good and bad times. Today I want to dedicate these words to an art that, far from the psychological paradigms, I find it a necessity in every rule to continue living. From my point of view, it is the most superior art, the capacity it has to connect our emotions and the evocation of those resulting effects are concertized in the perceptions of the person who listens to the highest degree.
Despite having differences with Nietzsche , I think I can finally agree with him on something: Without music, life would be a mistake.
1. What is the first thing that goes through your mind when you listen to music?
2. Do you consider music as an essential part of your life?
3. Do you enjoy music better when you are alone or accompanied?