Tuesday, December 16, 2008
deduction
I think about the songs that have given me great pleasure over the years. I think about them when I am high and I think about them when I am low. There is a song for every occasion and that is as it should be. Music has allowed us to forgive ourselves and make us realize and remember that we are all temporary. There is a need for creativity through music because it does draw upon the nicest of dreams as well as the funkiest of desires. Good music takes raw emotion and puts a beat to it so we can rhythmically remind ourselves that there is pleasure in life and it often comes in bundles like presents or wood. Even when there is no noise, no music, and no real desire to hear anything, there will always be room for at least one song to calm our nerves and drive our senses. By the same token, songs bring about the dark side of our lives which can envelop us just as easily as anything. Even here there is value in song because from here real emotions are free to play on us. This is the struggle we are faced with: the sanctity of dreams and the loss of them simultaneously.
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