It’s odd just how certain things..poems, bits of writing, certain music, etc. can appeal so strongly to a person. I mean..certain things from particular individuals can appeal so strongly to me in particular that I keep going back for more from the creators of it, hungry each time. I find that I’m often satisfied by the “feeding”, but will come away hungry for more from them, so I keep returning to the well to see what else they may have for me. On occasion it’s a shared thing..an exchange, and sometimes it’s something sent to me without solicitation, and their timing is impeccable..
There are those who write things which I’m astonished by, which sooth or challenge or excite me, and I’ll return on occasion to have a nice listen, but there are certain individuals whose work appeals to me on such a deep, inner level that I’ll make a tentative approach, with excited caution almost, knowing that what I come across may solicit some reaction which might give away how very affected by it I am, or will have to confront something so untouchable in myself that I’m forced to deal with it right then and there. It’s almost as if someone has loosed the lock to Pandora’s box. Losing my breath, tears, gasping, dropping my jaw, standing there frozen and unable to move..all of those loss-of-composure things we’d sometimes like to keep private and to ourselves until we can gain composure come in to play here.
There’s a sense of isolation almost, when I experience something so meaningful to me. I’m in my own head and perfectly aware of it’s reactionary effect on my own body, but am aware that few around me may react to the same thing at the same time and in that same fashion. Some things fetch water to the eyes so quickly that even I can’t see it coming.
Once in a blue moon I’ll find an artist whose lyrical and musical meanderings will drag me down beneath the surface like a trawler’s net without dolphin/turtle
safety release, and I’m helpless to escape, and not really all that sure that I want to be released! All I know for certain is that I’m compelled to keep coming back for more.
I often wonder why certain individuals’ work, the way he or she makes language and music (for music is a language), speaks so directly to me. What is the possible connection? On the rarest of occasions a kindred spirit will emerge from this, and that gives me a great deal of comfort, just knowing that there is someone else out there who can identify with those inner passions and fears and joys and ways of going about thinking. The connection is direct and solid, even without the long history friendship affords. The business of social niceties in getting to know one another is skipped past, no longer important. I’m mystified by this.
I cannot imagine that I am the only one who has experienced this psychological and musical language phenomena. Has anyone else experienced this Mystical Musical Connection?