What is it about music that makes it music (at its best)?
As far as I've been able to gather, it is this intangible factor. This immediately empirically evident "it". It is melodic, rhythmic, and tibral. Its physical manifestation is a shiver running up the spine and out the arms. It is like MDMA or amphetamine in this way, only not contrived. It is highly elusive for me...present only some of the time in only the best works of art.
I'm wondering in what capacity my experience has been shaped by my particular history as a listener rather than a musician. I don't see music as meaningful. It doesn't refer to anything. The beauty is in the music in a very direct way. The musician herself is largely irrelevant to me. It's as if the music is its own world.
I also wonder if peak musical experience is so illusive because of my personality. I am cold and logical. Powerful emotion is in short supply...
ebola
np: haujobb's best song.