It seems so simple.
Chatting with one of my best friends on the g-chat last night:
Me: i love music.
Her: why?
In all my years of telling people I love music, I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone turn it back on me and ask why. I sat paralyzed for a few minutes and tried to put some thoughts together. I’ve been thinking about it ever since. The simple answer? I just do.
I love beats, breaks, lyrics, tone. I love instrumentation. I love the tempo, voices, and harmonies. But all that is not why I love music. It’s all the stuff that I have never thought about, that makes my love so intense. It’s the emotion I feel during a great song. Its the way a song says what I can’t, or am struggling to. It’s the memory of hearing it with a good friend, or on a long drive. It’s the moment, before a big note where everything makes sense. The moments I want to pause and stay in forever. It’s the clarity I didn’t know I was missing. It’s the safety net of emotions I can actually let myself use. I love music because it helps me know that I’m not alone. And that it’s ok to feel, and that others do too. It’s because it helps me breathe, and know that I’m ok.
So, there you go…I think that’s my answer. Seems simple, right?
