Lately I’ve been extremely proud of my fiancee
for her developing tastes in music. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve always shared
similar tastes in music with her and we’ve gone to many concerts and music festivals because of our shared love of
live music and certain bands. But recently, she’s begun diving into the sound
of music, not just the lyrics or the poppy overtones of certain things.
This time, she’s getting into the likes of
Radiohead and wanting to understand what makes music unique and emotional. In
fact, she’s the type to let tears go at any little thing, especially happy
things or cute things. Well, we watched a short musical film directed by Thom
Yorke of Radiohead and by the end, she was in tears from the emotional aspects
of it all.
This is what I love to see. Music isn’t just
for listening to on your drive to and from work. It’s not just for partying to
when people are over and you’re hosting an event. Music is emotion embodied in
sound, which is why it’s art at its very core.
So when I go to discover new bands, I do it in
search of an emotional response. I want to feel angry or stressed if I hear
something faster paced with strong beats and thrashing guitar solos. I want to
feel the melancholy of slower chords and distant lyrics. I want to feel weird
and disoriented when I hear trippy music dripping by and ethereal voices
floating. I want to feel uplifted and happy and cry at beautiful lyrics with
empowering music. And I want to feel loss upon hearing ballads that recall
visions of past faces.
When I listen to music, it’s not just
something “to do.” It’s something to live by and learn by.
So when we pack up and move into our new house
next year right before we get married, I want to have a few cheap moving boxes
full of records that mean something to us. That’s why we collect vinyls and
listen to them on our record player. Because those albums mean something to us
as a couple, and because they’re straight up unique and emotional from the
first track to the last. Those cheap moving boxes full of records also hold
some her father gave us, and I know they meant something to him back in the day
as well.
Otherwise, what’s the point in music? I’m not
sure I agree with it being background noise for some people. I mean, that’s
their prerogative, so I can’t fault people for not understanding it like I
think I do. It’s all perceived, after all. But I like to think that the music I
love was toiled over by the artist who created it, that it was meant to make me
feel how it does.