Music dictates our lives, whether we like it or not. Sometimes it boosts our mood, and sometimes it ruins it. I could document myself onto this matter, but it’s kinda pointless. It’s going to ruin all the magic with all those scientific details that will print on my brain with the speed of a typewriter. Then I’ll be just the paper that will ruin everyone’s smile. Don’t get me wrong, I like discovering things. All sorts of them. It gives me a childish feel. You know, like when you were a child and your grandpa or father(in my case both and many others; yeah, my family is filled with living enciclopedias) used to sit with you and listen to your stories and your explanations about all the little things that exist in the world, about all those regular stuff for them that you’ve just found out about. And after that, they’d put half a smirk on their faces, amused of your almost drawn out of a fantasy book ideas, like the ones they read to you before going to bed, but only for a second, so you wouldn’t notice and be sad because they were mocking you(or at least, that was what they thought you would think). Then, they’d start and explain you the real truth, the scientific one, with the voice of big people, who know many things that you were just supposed to accept, even though they ruined your fantasies. And you’d listen to them, with an amazed expression, slowly forgetting about your truth for a moment, and an easy feeling in your heart. It was like you were flying or like you’ve just conquered a big mountain, or for the ones with bigger dreams, the world. Knowing everything was so amazing and fascinating was fueling that… feeling(I can’t really explain better than I already did, I can only hope that you’ve felt it too, because it’s beyond words; either that, or I have a too limited vocabulary- you choose) and made you want more and more. In my case, the following would be that I’d go to kindergarden or even school and find a way to open the subject disscussed a day earlier with my father/grandpa and tell all the other kids about my discoveries, with the same superior voice they were told to me. And I’d be proud of myself for knowing, because I could see that almost no one knew. It was very satisfactory( and mean too, but you know how kids are, you were one too once).
So, going back to music, I prefer letting the technical details about all this influencing into a thick layer of fog. I believe it’s much better this way. Still, it’s quite interesting how sounds affect us. Even though we don’t realise at once, it makes us who we are. It makes us see things in a certain way. It can even influence our decisions. And yes, when you say it like that, it’s kinda scary, but think it like this: haven’t you ever felt discouraged and listened to some sad music to match your mood and you said “ Let’s shuflle them, I’m sure it’ll give me only sad music” and you did that and suddenly a mood-booster type of song came up and you let it play because it’s still one of your favourites, even though now you’re in a bad mood. And you did that and nothing seemed so greyish as it was 10 seconds ago.
Even though music it’s quite a powerful thing, that sometimes makes you feels emotional, it is nothing compared to a human voice. It’s the peaceful feel you get when your mother is singing quietly a lulllaby or that shiver you get when the loved one whispers in your ear sweet words or the courage you get after your father’s speech about being better every day, motivating you to go on or the calming voice of your mother( again, because mothers ARE special) telling you that everything will be fine and the list could easily go on. A lifetime wouldn’t be enough to count them all. These are the sounds that surpass easily any song in the world in my opinion.
Teacup for late owls 