I write in order to get closer to the truth.
There are certain topics that I round on slowly, that I return to again and again, like a hunter stalking his prey in quiet circles, ever decreasing.
Before I sat down to write this post I asked myself: ‘Why make music?’
This is my answer:
Music has always been a part of my life.
Spinning out and dyeing the individual threads, skimming nimble between warp and weft, bleeding constant through every moment; coloring, shaping, and guiding the very fabric of my days – I cannot recall a time when it felt anything but natural for me to make music. An almost physical need; undeniable. Shot thru my earliest recollections like golden veins thru marble there is sunlight, there is rain, there are words, and there is music.
To this day when I make music (or any type of art) it comes from a certain place, a certain feeling; this feeling is the reason that I do what I do. It is the Alpha and the Omega. It exists in that place where time surrenders, ceding it’s tyranny with infinite grace to the white-light bliss of the present moment.
Everything falls away; there is a quality of space, a kind of ecstasy, a sense of freedom. When I am in that place all my worldly concerns, all my worries, cares, and particular pains dissolve; I am somehow lesser, yet somehow greater and more myself than I am anywhere else. For that one shining moment, for as long as it lasts, I am in some way healed.
In the best gigs this becomes the communal experience. The fire of the audience’s and performer’s attention marrying each other into a gloriously messy and beautiful feedback loop of energy and creation. Making or listening to real music can be like hearing someone you love tell you something you recognise as true in a language that you cannot recall learning. It is the kind of truth you realise in a dream but which evaporates swift upon waking; ice melting with the coming of dawn, as fragile as a butterfly’s wing.
I suspect that whatever truly happens when music is made and listened to will forever remain unexplained. That any misguided attempts to deconstruct it’s magic will slide from it clear like water from a raven’s wing. Some things can only be understood through the real in-the-moment flesh-to-flesh skin and bones experience of them, and even then only for the brief span that they endure.
And I am fully OK with this. I am all good dancing in the mystery. Because even when I am not explicitly making music I am close enough to her now that I feel the current constantly, the endless pull of an ever whispering tide.
‘Why make music?’
Why: ‘To make music’ of course.
The answer is in the question.
So, What’s your thing?…
Sometimes these posts spark discussion and that’s the way I like it. This essay is honestly as close as I can get to the ‘Why’ behind what I do and I’m curious: what is it for you? What is the reason you do whatever it is that you most love?
Also, if you have any thoughts about the post itself (positive, negative, random or ambivalent) I’d really love to hear them. Don’t hold back.
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