As a person who grew up in a house of two music enthusiasts, music has been a close acquaintance to me ever since I was a child. Even though at a young age, music was all about bopping my head and wiggling my tiny body to the beats, the meaning of it changed as I grew older.
I think I first started to take note of when I began my singing lesson, and those days were some of the most joyous times of my life.
Walking into a room that smelt of old woods, and sitting in for hours to learn how melodies worked and came together while honing my voice to reach the desired scale; are some of the things I miss, even now. Because that one tiny room had been a gateway to a world I hadn’t seen before, where everyone talked in songs, their voices mixing in the air, creating sounds that hummed in my ears even after I left for the day. I loved every bit of it, yet that wasn’t where I finally befriended music as a whole and brought it into my life.
My real journey with it began in my teenage years like most of us. By buying cassettes from stores and waiting hours to download one song off of the internet, I forged my path. I don’t think there are any genres left which I didn’t try; from heavy metal to downright classical, I’ve listened to it all, but in the end, I’ve made my home in indie.
There’s just something about these independent artists who play how they like, sing what they like that don’t care about the current trends. I generally lean towards the folkish, rock music that makes me feel like I’m back in the eighties, and this genre is filled with songs like that, that resonate with my soul more than anything.
I think it’s only when you relate yourself to the words that are spoken that you finally begin to create a bond with songs, and over the years I’ve made so many of them. There are songs that have kept me up at night, songs that had made me weep, smile and even lash out, I cannot even being to explain their depths of it.
But the main thing music helps me do, above everything else, is write.
I’ve written countless stories, snippets and poems based on a single track. I spent pages after pages just to explain the depth of a single line from a song and I’m not even ashamed of it. Music was the inspiration for tons of my writings, and it still is. I find meaning in songs that I try to portray in stories and the characters I create. It’s a process which helps me squeeze out the last bit of emotion I can master into my writings, and I’ve created countless characters, moments, and scenes out of albums and tracks.
So when I say music is my muse, I mean it literally.
It’s like my walking stick at this point, there is a touch of it in everything I do, everything I write. And I think it’s truly beautiful, how some cleverly strung words can open a doorway to a whole new world in my mind, which I can then explore with my pen.
Image source
