I guess, if we're being really technical, music does have a sonar shape, actual vibrations
that affect and are affected by objects -- thus qualifying music as a real part
of the material realm. But I think we tend to vastly underestimate music’s physical affectivities. Like, most of the songs on Radiohead’s King of Limbs album can (without the aid
of any drugs) exactly reproduce in you the experience of being high – that
strange lightness of limbs, exhaustion in your diaphragm, red coals in your
groin, that spiraling mind, fluidity of thought, the sense that you are a body
both teeming and emptied, an easy jaw and cumbersome lips, loose and roving
shoulders that you know belong somewhere.
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
Feelin Dat
Songs always seem to me material
in some way, with distinct shapes, densities, sizes -- and they come at me with the physical fullness
of objects, grooved or grainy or melting slowly like ice in my throat
and spreading into my arteries; they possess me. Maybe then it
sounds like I’m talking about music as a spiritual thing, something that “fills my
soul,” but I mean more than that. I mean
it fills my physical body. If it’s good music, I'm completely replaced by it: its backbeats replace my heartbeat, its harmonic flows replace my blood flow,
my respiratory system is coordinated or disjunct to the exact degree the music
is (un) measured.
Labels:
king of limbs,
music,
radiohead
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