Saturday, December 11, 2010
I'm best with highly narrative music. I do love me a good story, more than almost anything else, and music can certainly be a way to do that well. When there's no real story evident though (to me, at least), I find it much harder to grab onto it, emotionally speaking, and it becomes just sort of pretty sounds to me. I find this is especially bad with things like jazz and classical music, music that I know - I know - can be profoundly emotional artistic statements, but the meaning, the true genius of these pieces, always seems to be just out of sight for me, and I feel like I'm missing out. It's like listening to a foreign language: you may find it pretty, even beautiful, but you don't understand.
Sometimes, though, sometimes... I catch a glimpse.