My passion is music. Well, it’s one of many. I love finding great songs, attempting to decode them (or accepting their lyrical triviality), researching their social or cultural context, and sharing both their sound and my thoughts with anyone who cares. To me, sharing is the most powerful way music can be wielded by the listener.
Circulating music–and your thoughts and tastes about sound–equates to eating together audibly. When you’re at a potluck, for example, everyone brings a unique food. Many foods are commonly known; some are more unheard of. Everything is different. All of the tastebuds and noses at the table encounter the same stimuli, but everyone has a different favorite, and there’s not one dish that everyone’s avoiding.
Unless my friend Rob made that cauliflower ice cream again. Rob, you’re an asshole.
Admittedly, music is not edible. And “listening” with your mouth open is strange (but not unacceptable). But like eating together, listening to music with others is a sense-based experience where similarities and differences present themselves, and where conversations occur. Memories, emotions, and celebrations are tethered to food, as well as song. In a way, sharing music is an even better form of communion: you learn more about others, and make new discoveries about your own “taste.”
In part, I’m writing to share my own taste and thoughts on the music that I listen to. I’m also writing in the hope that I discover more music through people who interact with this site. So be sure to post replies to my future updates with suggestions of any kind–who I should review next week, what everyone should listen to if they like a certain artist, or what you think sounds like cauliflower ice cream.
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