Music’s beauty lies in its unique ability to immediately pull a listener out of one mental state into another. Literature, theater, cinema, and visual art require focus and attention from their audience, a cooperation. Music doesn’t necessarily command any form of mutual collaboration. When the right song is played at a listenable volume, the art form transcends aesthetic and becomes merely hypnotic. For most people with even a modicum of sensitivity, several of their senses are forced to surrender, allowing new forms of mentality and perspective (even if just for a minute are two) to be formed. Rhythm and melody cut through it all. If I can ever write a story that reads the way a good song is played, I’ll have arrived at something.
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