I’ve been in love with storytelling since I was a child.
To me, form—novels, films, poetry, music—doesn’t matter, I gravitate toward stories that are relatable, honest, evocative, and raw.
I love listening to music, in particular because the artist is inviting you to get to know them in an intimate setting. It’s like reading their diary or flipping through an album of their photos and other personal mementos. Like they’re letting you in on a secret they may or may not have ever intended to share with the rest of the world.
I think this also reinforces why I’m a firm believer in owning physical copies of albums.
I value the ability to hold something tangible, to remove the CD from its packaging and pore over the lyrics and liner notes. To be able to visit and re-visit the entire body of work as many times as I want, whenever I want.
From my pre-teen years to my present life, my favorite artists releasing new music has always been a big deal to me.
It’s something to look forward to and count down to, something to make a trip to the store for, something I hope to pass on to my future children or nieces and nephews someday, something that never loses its magic. It’s a constant in a world that often is cold and chaotic.
Music has value.
It’s healing, cathartic, powerful, spiritual.
Music is a universal language understood and loved by many and I’m proud to include myself in this category.
Do you love music? If so, what does it mean to you? What do you enjoy most about music as a form of storytelling?
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