I’m going to take the time to preach to enormous the music loving choir and remark on how unbelievable music has the potential to be. I’m not sure it’s even fair to use the word potential, because even the worst of music serves a purpose. Music snobs often write off catchy pop music as easy and uninspired, but at the end of the day the likes of Ke$ha, Katy Perry, and Miley Cyrus have us singing their melodies nearly subconsciously with a skip in our step. On the softer side of pop, Bruno Mars and Demi Lovato pull at our heart strings. Then, we have Justin Timberlake and Daft Punk to groove to. We make our way into a heavier rock influence like Coldplay and Muse. And this is merely in today’s top 40! There’s country that makes up a significant portion of the U.S. music fans. Musicals, singer song writer/folk, old rock n roll, the blues. There is an entire universe within ours made up of solely music.
I am by no means a music expert, and I have no intention to make this any type of informative essay about the music world. However, I need to have a conversation about a feeling that you’re a robot if you haven’t had. And that, friends, is the feeling of overwhelming emotion when you hear a song.
In recent months, I have frequently been caught off guard by the slightest nuances of greatness in unexpected iPod plays. A specific note will float through the speakers and my heart catches. Sometimes it is with immense sadness. Others, with hope and even triumph. And as silly as it seems, it makes me want to take time out of this blog recognize the song-writers and musicians for giving me the ridiculous and honestly not even real gift of understanding; for giving me a soundtrack to exist to. So thanks, you guys.