Musica

God,  I love music.

I love creating it and being with other talented and brilliant people and just working together to make something new and great. I love how total strangers can just bond, even just for a moment, in trying to make a song. I love people who can play instruments and the way they just casually jam out some melody without even thinking about it, just to PLAY something. There's something about musical people that I just respect and admire and wholeheartedly envy!

I like to think of myself as musical, but whenever I'm with someone who TRULY loves music, I feel so inferior. But that challenges me to make my input matter, to think smarter and quicker when it comes to collaborations. To work harder to overcome my total lack of knowledge of musical theory and not sound stupid. I love being in a studio for hours and hours working on the same freaking chorus, trying to make it just PERFECT. Or in the booth, hearing the same measures over and over again in my headphones, trying to get those notes just right.

I love just mulling about for 3 hours, thinking up of lyrics and melodies, bouncing off ideas off each other. Trying to secretly one up each other, but sacrificing your own ideas to make it work for the greater good of the song. Voicing one's opinion and your favorite musicians and songs that you think would be great to steal inspiration from.

And the music itself. Ugh, the way symphonies can put goosebumps on my arms and make my heart beat faster as the orchestra crescendos into the full blast of joyful music. Or the way you HAVE to get up and dance at that one chorus. Or how you listen to the low sound of the acoustic guitar and stare dreamily out the rain soaked window, imagining yourself to be in a movie. The way that one lyric takes you back to someone or a place you once knew. How you can feel twenty million things in the course of 3:30 minutes. How, after so many times of absentminded listening and singing along to the words, the song becomes new again. And how you always seem to forget how much work, time, money, sweat, blood, and tears it took for that song to be made.

I-l-o-v-e-m-u-s-i-c.