Excerpts
Excerpt taken from a paper called: "The Existential Universe of the Tangibility of Music "
Music was and is this huge idea, a beautiful obsession of wanting to draw closer together with someone in a crowded, loud, cloudy bar when a slow song comes on. A desire to jump and wave one’s hands in the air as political marches sound through the streets, the music bouncing off the rally posters and banners flying, as voices and instruments unite amid the crowded air. A tear falling down the long face of a person sitting in a coffee shop when they hear a sad song ring through the speakers, reminding them that their heart might not ever be able to go back to the way it was before. These feelings, altogether, felt through music, none of them are tangible, yet are all felt universally, through music created from the fingertips of those who feel.
Excerpt also taken from: "The Existential Universe of the Tangibility of Music "
If one thinks about it long enough, vinyl is a beautiful piece of media. One can physically touch it, and see the grooves which each and individually hold the notes of a different song or perhaps even the layers of dust from being left on the record player for too long, in a dimly lit dining room or bedroom. What an exhilarating notion of music, the fact that a person can see dust on their music. Now, music is bigger than the sound itself, it is present among us. Now tangible, now able to rest in the same room as us, now on the table in a place where we eat, an action, and even a ritual – The act of placing the carefully chosen vinyl from the many other records resting in an old crate that used to hold old family photos. Each of them pressing against each other like sardines… the multitude of album art closely facing each other. The album covers soaking in the scent of the wooden pine from the crate holding them all so tightly together. Then resting the unambiguously chosen vinyl either on the specifically chosen A-side or B-side. Then to continue slowly moving the needle and placing it on the exact carved groove in the record…and then you listen. You listen to the music that you just chose… that you just touched, and now allow it to touch you. A give and take, an act of intentionality. A romance.