“Rambling About Music: Excerpt #1”

 There’s not just music from the 1960s that could be incorporated in the “web” of Psychedelic Pop/Rock. But really, music in itself is all a web, a diagram. It’s all connected to different music, with your yapping critics and “music extraordinaires” coming up with genres and sub genres. It’s the same with books, and movies. Human beings have obsessive tendencies to want to archive everything into different categories. Some people like to collect actual copies of albums/singles/EPs for their own full-on storage. And of course in this era, there’s people who buy digital copies of music. But that era is basically done…

With the streaming services nowadays running the game, nobody owns music. Of course you can get deeper with copyright and bullcrap I don’t know much about. But that’s not what the majority of people want, and that’s all business anyway. What I’m mentioning is nobody buys physical mediums to listen to music anymore. At least most people, everything nowadays is a “niche”. Some sort of “hipster way” to go about things. Most people don’t even buy digital copies of specific albums to keep. Buying digital albums would be potentially more difficult (and I’m not talking about CDs, even though they utilize digital audio). With digital music, if you purchase it. You have to have means of storing it on something like a hard drive, or (nowadays) a cloud (an internet hard drive). 

Hard drives can get corrupted, data can get lost, somebody could delete your data. Sabotage your hard drive, physical mediums for music (CDs, Vinyl, etc.) have their own deficits as well. Maybe a storm can happen, who knows. Somebody can smash your albums, whatever. You have to eventually realize you’re not going to have *anything* forever. This is your life, things happen, and you can’t bring them with you after you die. It’s not a big deal, I’m just yapping myself like a critic.

Since the beginning of time, music has literally been everywhere. The sounds of birds, leaves rustling, animals (such as ourselves) banging each other in the head with rocks. It’s all music, really anything can be used as a musical instrument. All those pots and pans in your kitchen, musical instruments. Mayonnaise, musical instrument. Maybe Squidward Tentacles should have thought a bit deeper when Patrick Star asked him “Is mayonnaise an instrument?”. Music is what is music to you, maybe you’re not into literal music, but we all have our thing that is music to our ears. It sounds good, it’s fun, and if you’re like me,  it touches your soul.

I’ve had somebody think something’s wrong with me to the such high capacity that I’m enjoying a particular song. Certainly you can blame it on something like say, personal problems. But I certainly don’t believe that it’s a problem if I found what I like the most in life which is music. Everyone’s perception is different, we all perceive things differently, at least they say “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”. A song of the noisiest, most quote on quote “annoying” sounds of all of existence might sound bad to one person. But if you enjoy it, it doesn’t mean it’s bad music just because somebody doesn’t enjoy it.