Strictly Personal

I love quiet music, a child of classical music, a sister of film music, a distant cousin of elevator music. I am not into loud “listen to me” music. The only thing they get me to do is shake my booty which I find myself rarely doing. But when driving or in need for some nourishment, I turn to my quiet music.

With quiet music, I mean Philip Glass, not Mozart (who I also love) which is classical. I like something that is taking a risk with form but is trying to keep the other elements of music intact like harmony and melody.

When I listen to this kind of music, I seem to become a storyteller telling stories I never knew existed. Not fantasies like Lord of the Rings but stories about people I have never met, and for whatever reason I suddenly seem to understand. I get them, I know they fit in the scheme of things. I understand them better than they understand themselves.

I especially love when quiet music has an element of suspense. It could be the most boring drive but when a quiet suspenseful song on my mix cd starts to unravel, the hairs on my arms stand up. A physical sensationthat makes me revel in the mystery of myself, my body. Unlike say dancing where I am aware of what causes the sensation and what is to be had.

There is not a bigger supply of creativity for me than this kind of music: quiet, unassuming, giving.