Music Is My Drug of Choice

Music. Photo: Ginnard Archibald
Music. Photo: Ginnard Archibald
Photo: Ginnard Archibald

Each and every day, I am exhilaratingly allured by it’s tranquilizing essence. I inject generous tranquilizing doses of it’s medicinal sorcery into my veins. Pleasant waves of ecstasy rush through my body as I bow to it’s magnetic charm.

The initial rush transforms my heartbeat and orchestrates a symphony of euphoria and Rhapsody. Come hell or high water, it unceasingly brings to life the marriage of my fives senses. I am moved by a thrill so powerful that it sends shivers down my spine. Music, you are a drug to me.

The phenomenon of music pulls on the heartstrings of individuals all across the world. Music transcends the arbitrary boundaries that human beings devise to irrationally dissociate themselves and escalates unity amongst various cultures and encounters. The broad array of genres in the melting pot of melody builds bridges which suggest the release of xenophobia and the curiosity of understanding between different cultures.

Universally esteemed as a powerful force of expression, music conveys important messages, challenges predictability and evokes emotional realizations through stimulating the chemical and electrical impulses that power the mechanisms of the brain. Music simultaneously conjures memories and leads the minds petty cries to the evocation of influential realizations. Listening to music places cunning emphasis on the production of certain emotions an individual desires to explore along with the support of radical thought, delivery and the disavowal of societal norms.

Music stimulating social movement and debate plucks the strings of fucked up corporeal villains. From records full of pumped-up, electrically enhanced studio magic to memorable explosive opening riffs on songs that have left deep-rooted legacies, music gets an individuals juices flowing and visibly exhibits the importance of humanity’s greatest driving force. New found clarity heralds as sensory appetites ripen toward satisfaction from any artist other than New Found Glory and lead individuals to the strengthening of interest to create an opportunity to share personal perspicacity associated with the piece of music.

Vivid imaginations of fucking incredible ingenious artists (alternately categorized as space cadets, freaks of nature, weirdos, social rejects, etc) fire up illustrious feelings and challenge the use of standard musical gadgets by generating the creation of majestic sound through the use of everyday objects. I recall the feeling I derived from witnessing the musical use of a frying pan on stage by Imogen Heap in 2006 (the only sober adventure of the decade) which sparked numerous conversations and debates pertaining to thinking outside of the box when it comes to the composition of harmonization.

Music has been a preeminent source of delight within my nomadic, foolhardy and downright brilliant life thus far. Music has touched me on the deepest abstruse and inmost level. The experimental sub-genre, Trip Hop, fervently carries the musical key to my heart. The artistically creative, enticingly dense, magnetically dark, and utterly captivating mature display of musical craft blithely seduces me as it seeps under my skin and has left a penetrating mark on my being.

The lustrous combination of head-nodding beats, deep ambience and the erratic application of acid-house sounds with mysterious vocals dripping through my headphones aids in the creation of an abstract world of drifting smoke and wonder. The production of Massive Attack’s 1998 release, ‘Mezzanine’, is fucking flawless. Listening to Massive Attack heartily takes over my entire body and mind. Though I will give any song in the entire world a chance, Trip Hop has metamorphosed my interest in open-ended forms of expression and serves as my personal most faithful musical mirror of reflection.

It is no surprise that crowds of thousands from worldwide walks of life collect wristbands and come together for the unique opportunity to bask in the intoxication drawn from the infusion of multiculturalism, instruments, enthusiastic vibes and distinctive musical styles at music festivals all over the globe. Human beings are immediately connected by live circulating energy and intensity of collective fury exploding into the day/night and casting spells on conventional behavior. Intricately woven tunes kick passion into high gear and bury an individuals fear of judgement.

Music directly conveys the power to affect our equilibrium, physical jumpsuit, conscious thoughts and movement. Music assists in awakening movement in the form of brazen display; various forms of attire and/or shameless individuals in the nude amongst a sea of creatures fiercely sets tolerance in motion. Festivals are playgrounds beaming of spontaneity and enriching interaction amongst human beings sharing the authentic feeling composed from being engulfed by noteworthy performances. Pausing to feel the music deeply penetrate your heart activates the pleasure of being fully alive and sparks the flow of flamboyant freedom.

Sexual energy and action in open spaces throughout unrestrained campgrounds is natural and the creation of musical hazes leading to the witnessing of the rowdy pursuit of flower-child kryptonite is inevitable. And whether partaking in or capturing the grittiness of dehydrated individuals taking loads of psychedelic drugs or the ambience of individuals zealously enjoying the experimental orgy of diversity, eccentric emotions arise.

Music has the potential to bring a listener to the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Music rises above the barricades of communication and dishes out stories behind the exertion of an individuals idiosyncratic creativity. Music heals. Music is a driving force. Music breeds coexistence.





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