The Adventures of Paowee Otter

So i logged on this afternoon and imeem played Existentialism on Prom Night I felt something was different.. somehow the song was different. Just for the heck of it i searched the lyrics again and listened as it played.

I listened and I remembered why i love music.  My buddy, my companion, my lifetime friend… Feeling crappy?  Feeling bullshit?  Feeling down and alone?  Music is the one i turn to.  It has got to be the best “invention” of mankind.  Imagine a world of monotonous sounds and irregular noises.  Where emotions are expressed in algebraic formulae and the scientific method..

Sometimes i feel music is more person than an actual person.  It is never a stranger, never a burglar, never an enemy or a rival.  

Music is never the stranger; like someone inside the LRT, who never looks up and never communicates. The stranger is isolated, or rather, chooses to ostracize himself in the midst of all the human persons around him.  The stranger is an object..  

Music is never a burglar, a thief or a con artist… these entitiies that steal from other persons unobstructed by sentiments of morality, of right and wrong.  They are numb and cold and they hurt and destroy.  And music is never numb and cold, it doesn’t hurt and destroy.  Even the coldest and most bitter of melodies.. is filled with warmth and life.  Because music keeps you going, it keeps you alive, it reminds you keep alive.

Music is never an enemy.  Those that delight in your pain and suffering and long for your downfall and demise.  The enemy cares not of what you think and of what you feel.  It is as strange as a stranger and as wrong as a thief.  The enemy won’t be there in your time of doubt, in fact he will devise ways in order to make every moment of your life miserable, every bitter moment more bitter, every hurtful memory hurt and last even more. 

What is it then?

Music is a somebody and it is as somebody as something can get.  Somebody who you listen to because it makes you feel something.  He listens to the music in your heart like the person dearest to you. Somebody who makes you feel alive when you want to die. Somebody who enjoys your company, your presence, your existence.. somebody who listens… Music can be your best friend, your brother, your sister, your family, your special someone.  He is with you every minute of your life.  You can’t escape him because you don’t want to in the first place.  You may not notice him but music is always by your side unconditionally.  In a pluralistic world made up of choices, diversions and distractions, where keeping silent is such a hard thing to do,  music is there, ready to listen.