My Theory of Music

Before I start the post, a small rant:

Jesus above!!!! A month and a half? Co-author is gonna pay for this. The blog has gathered so much virtual dust and cobwebs that I may just get bitten if I stick my hand in. Soon we'll be seeing a web slinging man made of bits and bytes zooming through your electric lines.

I'm a bit high.
Testament to this being the above paragraph.
Test One of our semester over.
A hindenburgish disaster.
But then again, it IS over.






Comfortably Numb through my headphones fills me with the euphoria I associate with this morbid song (yes I know, a bit odd). I've been hearing it for too long...... Strange how music can fix you or leave you feeling blue. No matter what state of mind you are in, if you listen to a song long enough, your mind molds itself into a shape fitting it's mood. The moods of a song. I've never studied classical music. But I do believe that all ragas are said to have a mood. Happy, sad, melancholy, pensive and so on. This may be hearsay, but on a personal level I do believe that all songs have a mood and a feel. The mood may or may not have to do with the lyrics. And more importantly, everyone sees the mood differently. Even if they both see the song as happy, two people will see it that way for different reasons.

Unwell....a song basically about either schizophrenia or teen misfits....I saw the song as schizophrenic while a friend of mine told me the other meaning she saw. I'm sure there are more, even if Matchbox20 meant for only one of them. Another thing about songs I firmly believe about music is that the meaning to every song is different to everyone. And the meaning, unlike the mood, always depends on the lyrics. Along with the lyrics, also on the way they're sung. That's what I believe distinguishes good lyrics from bad. Not whether they fit with the beat, but whether they fit with the mood of the song.

That's all I have so far....a very vague idea of music. My theory of music. I've avoided putting in sentiments. That would've made the post too long. Do I regret never having studied music as a subject? Sometimes I do, when I see people being able to sing any song they feel like. (and I mean sing, not "sing") But then I see the same people fall back to dissecting the song and it's beat count, I feel glad I didn't study it.
My final postulate in the theory is that music, like all other arts, is to be felt. And that the performer loses the ability to fall in love with his creations, while the listener is always allowed that privilege.
This post may sound like sour grapes to some. And who knows, at some level, it may even be. But as for the level I am on right now...I couldn't care less