Let there be music. J. R. R. Tolkien, in his Ainulindale (the creation myth of Middle Earth), described the course of all history in terms of different musics acting and reacting with each other. I suppose it is yet another mystery, music: joy, sorrow, pain, awe: in it is expressed (sometimes) what is inexpressible in any other way. Words are pretty much helpless when describing the turns and cascades of any music, even perhaps a single note in a tune. Saying "C#" doesn't have the same impact as having an instrument and blowing that note out.
Let there be music. Let me not, as I usually do, ask what music is. Let me just experience it in the heady heights of symphonies, down low the grooves of a dance beat. I am too cerebral at times, I think, and in some instances, it is better just to be like the poets in Bruce Springsteen's song, "Jungleland", who "don't write nothing at all / they just stand back and let it all be." Music is a personal thing, more than most other art forms, I believe — it just may be fruitless in intellectualizing it to any degree. Just put on a jam, let it play, let it play, let it play.
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8:39am thursday, 23rd january
Buy yourself a drum, it's the best way of shutting up my own head that I've ever found.
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Kimberley