A Slave to Beauty
A Slave to Beauty
I am a musician and this is my testimony. The God’s of music had me in their sights as they invaded my soul and directed my heart to only desire what dwells behind the surface of the music.
They forced me to focus on the harmony and melody, while most of the world listens only to the lyrics and the rhythm, being pumped into their brains, following them around wherever they go. It becomes as annoying as the screeching of train wheels against the tracks, and its value in being judged by how much money it makes.
Music needs the lyrics, the melody, the rhythm, and the harmony all working together to calm the music, like the roaring tempest needs the rainbow to soothe its anger.
The calming is in each element giving the others support so the sound will be complete to enhance its beauty, like a rose that needs its fragrance.
I feel betrayed by what music has done to me. I feel empty listening to what it lacks. Big business with its bulging muscles, stole my heart’s desire from me when they took the melody and harmony away from the music, and it became “mainstream.” I can only dream of the day that it returns to relying on each element to support its beauty.
Until then, music plays on with its missing elements. Substance is being replaced by theatrics. The listener, unaware of its deception, applauds it for what it has become. It needs a courageous innovator to flex his muscles and restore the beauty to it. Melody and harmony would even enhance its theatrical presentation, if big business would allow it to. Thank you, listener, for letting me get this off my chest.
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