A compendium of my thoughts. Probably disturbing to most people.
|Many people wonder just what separates humans from other animals. some have gone so far as to say that there is no separation, and there is some merit to their arguments. However, I know better; Name me one other creature that makes music. not just pretty noises, but melodies, beats, songs. There are other creatures that masturbate, other creatures that mate for life, other creatures with good problem-solving abilities, but not a one can make music. This is what separates the intelligent from the animalistic.
It is true that many humans can't make as incredible compositions as those talejnted few among us, but nearly everyone has some ability to lay down a beat and make up a tune. no matter how terrible, it's still music. Take truly good music, Nirvana, for instance, to anywhere in the world, and the people will listen and comprehend the quality. They may not understand the words, but the beat and melody will pervade.
It is also true that young children suck at making music. It is true as well that they suck at speaking, walking, and problem-solving. they are children, after all. regardless, truly great music will capture the attention of even an infant. Our recognition of music is ingrained, or so I believe.
It amazes me how much emotional investment I have in music. I can use it to agument or even create emotions in myself. I vent anger and frustration through Mindless Self Indulgence, Pantera, and the Hives. I make lighter moods bubbly with Fantastic Plastic Machine, Silly Wizard, and the White Stripes. I can increase my speed when writing simply by playing Da Rude or Juno Reactor. I can relax to Chris Smither or Jason Mraz. In a funk, I let the Guano apes pull me out, and when I'm too excited, I let Coldplay soothe my nerves.
Music saves me.
"My hand is not so great that showing it would make a difference." -persuader user from Kino no Tabi.