
“What kind of music do you like?”
I am always inquired about my taste of music whenever I am introduced to new people. It’s a safe topic to start a conversation with, it’s subtle, it’s general and it’s a topic you will be sure to get a reply on. It’s a topic which might result in a new soul mate or a heated discussion. Me? I always reply rather untelligble;
“Beautiful music.”
Much can be said about beautiful music as you should assume everything would be beautiful as long as the person finds it so. However, that is not the quality I have applied to my term in this scenario. As much as I enjoy my rockin’ poppin’ guitar riffs in more upbeat rock/punk/pop tunes, they are not ‘beautiful’ in the same sense. They would be catchy, funky, great and so on. You get my drift. ‘Beautiful’ here would be heartbreaking tunes, crystal-clear voices and soft whispers. A string on a violin, air blowing through a flute, an overwhelming story of emotion produced by a philharmonic orchestra — a dramatic piece, a fragile moment.
I prefer my instruments not to be tarnished by inorganic, electronical impulses, nor do I like my soft voices to become hard and edgy and drowned in heavy beats. I know people like to move their body to the beats of their music. I am weird enough to want to dream, imagine and feel to my music.
But as I realize the term ‘beautiful’ is wrong in this case, I’ve chosen another term to go by; organic. Next time someone asks me, I’ll tell them I like my music to be organic.
And I really should get back to doing my pharmacy stuff now. Deadline tomorrow and course test and another deadline on thursday. Crap.





