I am regularly called to play music.
It’s been like this since I’ve been a teen.
I guess a good part of the call is purely chemical, but I love it that I can somehow express my mood through it.
I can also share the moment.
This both corks with playing and listening.
Actually shared my love for music, my kids are both hooked, and I’m happy of this, whatever the music they listened to, as long as they look for it and have some kind of taste.
I love music so much. It’s so often repeated that it sounds banal, but music crosses borders and is a universal language shared among people. I think that it can create new perceptual environments and contexts in ways that other mediums of expression struggle to compete with. And it’s, simply, beautiful. Even at the very lowest points of my life, music has never failed to be something I could lean on. I think it has broadened my horizons and intensified my love for others. Brought me in touch with people I never would have known otherwise. And makes me happy.
Nils Frahm looking lost in. music…
Hm…it’s fine. A tad overrated.
/S
For me it’s a direct indicator of my mental health. The better I am, the more I enjoy it.
I love music in many shapes, forms and contexts. Listening, creating, playing, dancing, zoning out, telling me a story, conveying emotion, soundtracking, the natural rhythm and melody of nature and my surroundings.
It’s all great, even music I don’t like is still interesting to understand why I don’t like it. What I see is only half the experience, the sound that accompanies it is just as important.
Making music and being part of the process from conception to completion and then listening back to a piece of music you created is an awesome experience, as is seeing others enjoy it also.
I love music.
But I find a lot of music painful to listen to. It sounds wrong, I want to fix it.
Sometimes music is perfect. I’ll give an example - Bach’s Prelude in C Major. If you changed even one note it would be ruined.
I love perfect music.
Haven’t watched the vids but I’m guessing the introspective looking white kid with twiddly knobs and cables.
hahaha… he kinda basic… not that introspective at all… just stoned out of his gourd…
Its Mike Dean… and if you hear him talk, hes pretty straightforward and DNGAF… only likes synths (and guitar and classically trained piano)
My friend loved music so much that when she became a born again Christian she hid all her records in my bedroom and took her mums engelbert humperdink and neil diamond records to the bonfire. 
WTF… haha
Music and literature are two of only a few things that make existence tolerable imo.
If I have to describe my relationship with music, love is not the first thing that come to my mind. Is a closer relationship. Music is a part of my daily life and couldn’t imagine a world without it. It’s so intrinsically part of my being that it’d be more accurate to say that I (we) live music. It’s also a door to other worlds and cultures, it’s a companion for each moment, a way to transmit and being transmitted something… And you don’t have to play music to enjoy it. You actually don’t have to know nor understand anything to enjoy it and feel what it says to you.
Even when there’s no music, it’s usually a conscious choice to put music on the shelf for a couple of hours.
I love music because it’s the best form of art that can touch my heart, my mind and my body all at once in an instance.
yup i love the stuff
Music? Never heard it.
