Preface: Ben is seriously one of the most KIND hearted and most WONDER-FRIGGIN-FUL people I have ever met. He’s a humble, talented dude and I feel super, suuuuper blessed to know him or even of him. Sign your autograph on my chaco’s PLEASE BEN!!!!!!!! Kiss kiss hug hug.
****By the way, link to his Spotify is at the end so you can hear his rad vocals and music and talent or whatever. You betta check it OUT.
I remember the motion of music. The songs sung to me by my parents. The dialing of radio knobs to find crappy pop music that took me places (despite being pop). I remember discovering Coldplay, and Pete Yorn, and Five for Fighting, and a fellow 5th grade student introducing me to Keane. I remember saving up money to buy an iPod mini. I was obsessed. The Shins, U2, the iTunes free single of the week. When I was 17 I would drive to work after school. It was always the radio and classic rock. Don Henley, Peter Gabriel, The Police. I hate rollercoasters; I get enough motion from music.
So relentlessly I wonder: why music? How does something invisible move bodies and move people to tears? How does something invisible create obsession and fanaticism? Why would a certain interval — a simple change in frequency — pull on something inside of me in a soul-twisting way, and how could a tone create a sensation of wonderful flavor?
I can’t answer these questions, and I can’t answer questions like “why am I me?” and “how could existence have a beginning?” And that is why I think music is something fundamentally human. Something primal. Something like God.
But why music, really? Is it really so important that we feel stuff? Does it really matter whether or not we experience song? I can only imagine a world sans music. Without music, how would I know what the sorrow of another tastes like? How would I remember my own hope? Music connects us to ourselves, to our past, our memories, even our fears. It connects us to each other, to the shared experiences of human emotion. No one will have the exact same experience that you have with the music you love. Yet the very nature of music being made and shared and listened to and enjoyed is evidence enough that our experiences are shared, that we resonate with well told stories and well revealed truth.
If I could live forever inside that moment I would. That moment when the tension builds and then releases just enough. That moment when I feel everything all at once and wonder how could so much be communicated with so little? But it is, and it always will be as long as we stay human. Maybe in the moment that we connect to music, we are gently reminded to treat people like people. Maybe in that moment we become a little more accepting of ourselves. May music continue to enter that universe between your ears, and travel unfailingly to your heart.