More specifically, I love the music that my mind sees colors to. I doubt I have synesthesia, but there's something about music that makes me feel outside of myself.
Some music I absolutely despise. I despise this music mostly because I don't see the same kind of colors. Instead of bright colors, I see grey. Perhaps it's why I'm so adamantly against songs I really don't like. It may seem like the music I like or dislike is a direct correlation of my feelings towards whoever likes or dislikes that music. That's definitely not true. I mostly dislike Taylor Swift, but I find myself having greater connections with people who do. I don't think that means I'm a walking contradiction, but perhaps it could.
Sometimes I can't listen to music. It can be so emotionally exhausting that I need time apart from it like it's a strained relationship; however, like strong relationships, we're always there for each other. Sometimes it really needs to tell me a message, and I really need to listen to it. And, in case you're wondering, no. It's never a one-sided conversation. A dialogue is always present.
For me, a song's intention--the message it's attempting to convey--is what brings out an over or under-abundance of color. Music written hundreds of years ago didn't have words, but it still conveyed a message. Although it has not been proven, it's been historically documented that Beethoven saw colors with the music he wrote. Without any music/piano/etc. in front of him, he was always seen closing his eyes and, with his hands, conducting an orchestra in his mind. Whether it was a symphony or concerto he was writing, his work was felt in every single note. There's a reason why his works are still so well known and appreciated, and it's because it's impossible not to feel his emotions.
I write my own music. I'm not particularly good at it, but I strive to be better for no other reason than wanting to see the same colors that other songs have allowed me to see over the course of my 24-year existence. The kind of colors that are elicited through the songs I appreciate are soul-stymieing.
Time. Stops.
Of course, songs also kindle certain emotions from all of us. Emotions that we'd otherwise only have if we're really happy, sad, or angry about something. In these instances, music is a driving force of love, hate, disdain, pleasure, uninterruptible prosperity, and, of course, euphoria.
For me, a song's intention--the message it's attempting to convey--is what brings out an over or under-abundance of color. Music written hundreds of years ago didn't have words, but it still conveyed a message. Although it has not been proven, it's been historically documented that Beethoven saw colors with the music he wrote. Without any music/piano/etc. in front of him, he was always seen closing his eyes and, with his hands, conducting an orchestra in his mind. Whether it was a symphony or concerto he was writing, his work was felt in every single note. There's a reason why his works are still so well known and appreciated, and it's because it's impossible not to feel his emotions.
I write my own music. I'm not particularly good at it, but I strive to be better for no other reason than wanting to see the same colors that other songs have allowed me to see over the course of my 24-year existence. The kind of colors that are elicited through the songs I appreciate are soul-stymieing.
Time. Stops.
Of course, songs also kindle certain emotions from all of us. Emotions that we'd otherwise only have if we're really happy, sad, or angry about something. In these instances, music is a driving force of love, hate, disdain, pleasure, uninterruptible prosperity, and, of course, euphoria.
Music is where we learn valuable lessons through the words of the wise (or the thoroughly drugged). It's where we feel at home when places aren't able to do the trick. It's where we danced our first dance with our true loves before we even knew it to be true. Sometimes music takes hold of our heartstrings in such a way that happiness or sadness is forever associated with it. The power of music mesmerizes us as we walk through a luscious garden that is there in place of the normal city sidewalk. The moment the headphones come off, we're back in the bleak reality of grey noise.
Can you see music in people? I sure can. Sometimes when I look at someone I know, I see them in music. No, not musical notes. I'm not some musical version of the Rain Man, but there are a lot of times when I look at someone and feel music exuding from them. Sometimes it has to do with their personality. Other times it just has to do with their current mood. This is how I feel people before I even ask them how they're doing. (Introspectively, that's probably why it's harder for me to talk to people through text or on the phone: I can't see/or feel their music.)
If you can feel the positive music, you can become the positive music and vice versa. For me, I love it all.
-PatInTheHat
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