I've come to the realization that as an highly sensitive person (HSP) and an empath, my experiences may not reflect the experiences of other people. Consequently, my music experience may not be the same as that of other people. I remember a study I heard about that concluded that 10% of the population cannot appreciate music like the rest. We all process information differently. We do not all appreciate the same things in the same degree. We are different from one another. I'm going to detail my experience.
It's not about casual listening. If I wanted casual listening, I'd listen to elevator music. I'm not personally into that. What it is about is drama. I'm a sucker for a good drama. Take for instance the Romeo and Juliet Ballet by Sergei Prokofiev. Strength and a sense of establishment is portrayed. Then there are times when its soft and light embracing every moment and gesture as when lovers first meet. The contrast is astounding. Or take the New World Symphony by Antonin Dvorak. The music invokes majestic views of the Rockies, the Plains, and the Coasts of the continental United States. Strength and softness combine to incur happiness and peace of mind.
Sometimes a song with a story will get my attention and not let it go. This has happened to me so many times I can't count. A Day In The Life by the Beatles has done and still does this to me. Its not just the music, but its also the words that keep my conscious on it. Then it feels like a drug. I get high off of the song. This can last several hours if not a couple of days. Other songs that do this to me are Ode To Billy Joe by Bobby Gentry, The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia by Vicki Lawrence, Drops of Jupiter by Train, and One Piece At A Time by Johnny Cash. This is just a short list. I can't express to you the joy of experiencing these songs for hours on end. It doesn't seem that many people experience this music quite as I do. Well, at least none that I've personally been around.
Music is very important to humans. Its strange that just a mixture of sounds communicate deep deep emotion and life experiences. I don't doubt that other highly sensitive people and empaths experience music and other entertainment in a deep way as I do. Though we have our things that we enjoy, we must make room for others not to enjoy the same things and not as much either. To me such experiences are just one of the benefits of being highly sensitive.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Music Obsessions
One of the things I get obsessed with is music. I think it's fairly common to get obsessed about things now and again for highly sensitive people (HSP, empath). Now with me, I developed this obsession with music. I know it's common to like music, and many people buy much music in a year's time. That's not exactly what I'm talking about. Try listening to a song over and over for weeks. Soon, you'll get tired of it. My obsession drives me to listen to it and to play it in my head. I'm going to share how I started with this obsession, how I understand it works, and share some artists I've obsessed about over the years.
It's 1970. There is no internet, there is no cell phones, there are no computers, no social media, not even compact discs. What's sitting in my living room on a table is a box with a bunch of nobs on it and a round thing on the top that turns. It's a stereo system made up of a turntable, radio, and amplifier. These pieces were stacked on top of each other. I am two years old, almost three. The room is huge to me. There are soft chairs and a sofa. The windows are very tall but thin. The carpet was shag. There's a sound coming from the stereo, and it's a song. It said "if you want it, here it is come and get it. But you better hurry because it's going fast." I find the album cover of the long play vinyl record and its a picture of a outside patio with a giant hand on some stone podium and the index finger having a nail in it. All I could think of was ice cream, because ice cream melted. From then on when I heard the song I thought of ice cream and when I had ice cream I could hear the song in my head. Yes, I'm Pavlov's dog. That was the beginning of this obsession. I got a kick out of it. By a kick, I mean a natural high. I went into a state of euphoria. From then on I was hooked.
I blame my empathic abilities for this. By concentrating on a work (painting, song, technology) I can tap into the excitement associated with the work. Sometimes it's the whole artist and sometime it's just a song. The feeling goes so deep. Heart and soul get rattled together till they resonate in concert. It's becoming one with the music and words. It's feeling every agony and every excitement in pure harmony, until I'm ready to burst. Then streams of tears come and I'm fully taken. Sure, it's my drug. There has been many times throughout my life where I've drove my friends and loved ones crazy with this obsession. At one point in my childhood, I was asked not to sing out loud since I could not carry a tune, and didn't have rhythm. In fact, I found out in recent years that audio information is not my preferred source of information. My preferred source is tactile or doing and my secondary is visual. So this obsession seems like a contradiction for me.
Here's a sampling of song and pieces I've obsessed about over the years with youtube links to the songs:
You should have gotten a good overview of this obsession of mine with how it got started, how it works, and what artists I've obsessed about over the years. I don't consider myself as having obsessive-compulsive disorder. I have never been diagnosed with that nor has my behavior promoted and comments about that from others. I think HSP's can develop these obsessions if they pickup on an emotion that they love. Isn't that a normal human thing to do? We are attracted to situations, people, or things that make us feel good and we're repulsed by those who/that make us feel bad. What do you obsess about?
It's 1970. There is no internet, there is no cell phones, there are no computers, no social media, not even compact discs. What's sitting in my living room on a table is a box with a bunch of nobs on it and a round thing on the top that turns. It's a stereo system made up of a turntable, radio, and amplifier. These pieces were stacked on top of each other. I am two years old, almost three. The room is huge to me. There are soft chairs and a sofa. The windows are very tall but thin. The carpet was shag. There's a sound coming from the stereo, and it's a song. It said "if you want it, here it is come and get it. But you better hurry because it's going fast." I find the album cover of the long play vinyl record and its a picture of a outside patio with a giant hand on some stone podium and the index finger having a nail in it. All I could think of was ice cream, because ice cream melted. From then on when I heard the song I thought of ice cream and when I had ice cream I could hear the song in my head. Yes, I'm Pavlov's dog. That was the beginning of this obsession. I got a kick out of it. By a kick, I mean a natural high. I went into a state of euphoria. From then on I was hooked.
I blame my empathic abilities for this. By concentrating on a work (painting, song, technology) I can tap into the excitement associated with the work. Sometimes it's the whole artist and sometime it's just a song. The feeling goes so deep. Heart and soul get rattled together till they resonate in concert. It's becoming one with the music and words. It's feeling every agony and every excitement in pure harmony, until I'm ready to burst. Then streams of tears come and I'm fully taken. Sure, it's my drug. There has been many times throughout my life where I've drove my friends and loved ones crazy with this obsession. At one point in my childhood, I was asked not to sing out loud since I could not carry a tune, and didn't have rhythm. In fact, I found out in recent years that audio information is not my preferred source of information. My preferred source is tactile or doing and my secondary is visual. So this obsession seems like a contradiction for me.
Here's a sampling of song and pieces I've obsessed about over the years with youtube links to the songs:
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Compose
Compose, I love that word. It has a specific meaning but I like to always think of it in terms of a symphony. The various instruments to make distinct sounds. Sounds that conjure up a story.
Peter Tchaikovsky made many sounds bow to his whims. He told stories via the orchestra. Peter and the Wolf was one of the more apparent. He assigned an instrument and a musical theme for each character. This way you could easily visualize what was going on. You could hear the characters.
In much the same way, John Williams composed a piece for an up and coming film maker. His piece was key to take an off the wall story in a very foreign world(s) and make the story relate-able to the viewers. At the time the symphony and the orchestra industry wasn't in much demand with the younger generations. This crazy Sci-Fi story gave the orchestra an opportunity to show a new generation what it had been doing of centuries, move hearts. That film was released in 1977 and was the first world wide block buster ever. Those who worked on it said that the music pulled everything together and made what could have been a B movie to laugh at to a story to take seriously and cherish. That movie was the original Star Wars. And after 33 years, that franchise is still making money.
But what does this have to do with writing? Everything, in my humble opinion. Music brings out the emotion in characters. But the characters have to have the emotion in them to begin with. Creating characters and situations that evoke emotion is what creative writers do. Can you hear your characters? Can you feel your characters?
But composing is more than just emotion, its a conglomeration of emotions and situation that work together to create an adventure and a great ride for the reader. Much like essays or Aesop's fables, there should be a single thought driving the story. A big picture, if you will. I think that what makes a story satisfying.
So compose, bring out the emotions and make them work together like wheels and cogs in a clock.
Peter Tchaikovsky made many sounds bow to his whims. He told stories via the orchestra. Peter and the Wolf was one of the more apparent. He assigned an instrument and a musical theme for each character. This way you could easily visualize what was going on. You could hear the characters.
In much the same way, John Williams composed a piece for an up and coming film maker. His piece was key to take an off the wall story in a very foreign world(s) and make the story relate-able to the viewers. At the time the symphony and the orchestra industry wasn't in much demand with the younger generations. This crazy Sci-Fi story gave the orchestra an opportunity to show a new generation what it had been doing of centuries, move hearts. That film was released in 1977 and was the first world wide block buster ever. Those who worked on it said that the music pulled everything together and made what could have been a B movie to laugh at to a story to take seriously and cherish. That movie was the original Star Wars. And after 33 years, that franchise is still making money.
But what does this have to do with writing? Everything, in my humble opinion. Music brings out the emotion in characters. But the characters have to have the emotion in them to begin with. Creating characters and situations that evoke emotion is what creative writers do. Can you hear your characters? Can you feel your characters?
But composing is more than just emotion, its a conglomeration of emotions and situation that work together to create an adventure and a great ride for the reader. Much like essays or Aesop's fables, there should be a single thought driving the story. A big picture, if you will. I think that what makes a story satisfying.
So compose, bring out the emotions and make them work together like wheels and cogs in a clock.
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