M – Music
04/15/2014 6 Comments
I was originally going to write on the topic of Magazines with the letter M, but I think I am beating on Journalism and all a pretty decent amount, and I think I’ll be back at it tomorrow. So for now, let’s change gears, after my question yesterday about Language. I said I would talk about my favorite use of language, so here we are with Music.
I suppose I have written on this subject recently on Comparative Geeks. I love music and song lyrics. From the earlier days of Facebook, when you could put your interests as whatever you wanted to (instead of them being tied to “pages” run by other people), one of mine was “Listening to music without understanding it.” For me, music lyrics are the modern poetry; certainly the popular poetry. We applaud the musician who is also writing their own lyrics. And we’ll probably excuse a lot more because of it.
Music is about creating an emotion, a feeling, a reaction, a mood. Lyrics serve only to enhance that. To replicate that. So the same things can be said: lyrics create an emotion, a feeling, a reaction, a mood. And can tell a story. Some of the most fun is when they do. Better yet is when they tell a story that you haven’t figured out yet – just as much fun as a deep poem with hidden and layered meanings. Am I equating T.S. Elliot to Rush? Maybe. Probably.
More novels should include music in them. I have been super excited that they’ve included songs in the Hobbit movies. And in Game of Thrones! The Bear and the Maiden Fair, anyone? No? How about The Rains of Castamere?
In closing, I think I will return to the Dune quote I used over on Comparative Geeks. The music of life.
WHAT IS SURVIVAL IF YOU DO NOT SURVIVE WHOLE?… WHAT IF YOU NO LONGER HEAR THE MUSIC OF LIFE? MEMORIES ARE NOT ENOUGH UNLESS THEY CALL YOU TO NOBLE PURPOSE!
–Leto II, Heretics of Dune
When I made my list of
The Kindle was designed as a game changer. And it has filled the role of being the brand-name replacement for e-reader, like Kleenex for facial tissue, Q-Tip for cotton swab, or Hoover for vacuum (if you’re British).
I was planning from a pretty young age on pursuing writing as I grew up. Every year through elementary school, I went to what our district called the Writer’s Conference, where you basically just went as a kid and presented something you wrote. In third and fourth grade, I was running a lending library of my books during recess. No one was really checking them out that I remember, but my goal was in creating them more than anything. Around that same time, I also was one of the founding members of my school’s Newspaper, eventually ending up as one of the last two original founders by sixth grade, and doing a news report on the local public broadcasting.
I think I would like to make the claim that few things have changed the craft of writing as much as the Internet has.