“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;
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.