Seated in a Kenya Mpya bus in the busy Githurai market I am suddenly grateful for the safe haven the bus provides from the scorching January noon sun. I then I fish into my pockets for my trusty stead, my phone. Thank God I met Einstein yesterday otherwise I wouldn’t be having this new jams banging in ears. I then spontaneously punch in my password and swipe through my list of apps to find the music player and play Rachel Plattens’- Fight Song. I can immediately hear her light tough on the higher registers of the piano that immediately blends with her ever so beautiful soprano. Her lyrics echoing my life experiences like she almost instinctively new what I was gong through in my life. The way life makes me feel tiny with its titanic challenges that plague my life. She sing’s, “Like small boat, on the ocean, sending big waves, into motion.” The consistent drum beats playing that metronome common time beat that gives me that tough guy feeling encourages and reminds me that I have to fight through MY leviathan like issues. The messes I made probably make me cultivate the self destructive natures that seem to be draining me of my life force every single day. Platten the moves to the lower registers not only on the piano but also vocally providing a reminiscing effect to her music that is playing in my ears. She reminds me of what really matters as her lyrics provide solace. That tough guy spirit in me grows stronger and tougher by the second and in the trance that the music provides allows, the tough guy in me to ask, ” How the hell did we get here?We’re tougher than this?” I am astounded to how her music quickly lifts my spirits. She then goes back to the hook with a punch that adds flavor and soul to the music and pumps more steroids on my punctured personality. I am already feeling complete but not just yet. She then creates a bridge by going back to the higher registers. She looses the drum beats and slows down just a tad. Her voice blends so beautifully yet again with the piano and she creates that vulnerable persona that is the oxymoron to the tough guy persona and reminds me that I am still fragile and better be careful but still tougher than before. She does this by concluding the bridge section by singing,”I might only have one match, but I can make an explosion.” Then the keys diminish and the drums picks up pace and the music builds to a climax in a steady crescendo. She blends the drums with awesome exotic sounds that give it a new freshness that affiliates well with modern day music. She then closes off with amazing guitar strumming. That one song convinces me that i need to listen to more of that kind of music and I instinctively play the next song on my favorite play list as I ride to Thika on the quiet Kenya Mpya bus and I don’t care about anything that bugs me. I have the music. New world order art. Ars Nova.
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Euphoria in Music
Euphoria is a feeling of intense excitement and happiness. I would like to tackle the feeling that is associated with amazing music. I term it as euphoria. I would like to tackle this from two perspectives. First, The Composer and second The Listener(or consumer if you like). I am very deliberate in starting with the…