I am almost grateful for the misery of heart and soul that we humans have endured and were inflicted with throughout our entire existence. There are countless stories with heroes and mighty love that can even offer a soul to a stone, to justify the misery, but they all pale against music. There is no better method of providing a service to a soul than music. I’d say. Music is not essential to be heard with the ears, it can also have the same profound effect in imagination or by feeling its vibrations. The reasons for creating music are plenty, and as profound as is written is exactly how is going to be felt. Misery has determined many of us to transpose it in music, to sing our sorrows better than our joy. No matter the reason, the composer’s feelings are going to be felt by the listeners, but… with a twist – any song can be used for joy, sorrow or any other feeling since the composer already lived through the misery. The hard part was done by experiencing the given misery.

What would happen if misery will just be erased today? Will all of us be happy and peaceful instantly? Or will it be a tragedy? That would be funny, a tragedy of a perennial happiness because there is no more tragedy. Wouldn’t it? You know… we are all searching for higher powers, like God for example, to inspire our souls with happiness and lots of money to inspire ourselves when God is tied up on endless meetings with the accountants of the universe. Nevertheless, I will admit it here and now, the misery is the catalyst for creation and for heroes to be celebrated in pubs. It’s a simplistic way to put it, but I like simple, almost naive is my face mask in a conversation. I crave some miserable moments from time to time, is the way I can open the door of my ambitions, I don’t hate misery as often as can, but I wish to be happy instead, just to spite it. Anyway, would music exist without misery? Each of us can rewind the tapes of time to make a parallel between misery and creation. I am grateful for all my miserable years (it doesn’t make sense, but I am), for every moment I sat with my veins out to be chewed up by the wolves inside me. Half of my life I was building creation with misery, just to have now the realization that I was only preparing to express it all in weird forms for the universe to accept my life. The universe doesn’t like conformity and obtuseness – it has time to torment us until we gave into being weird and fucking daring. I cannot create music by official standards. I don’t have the sufficient musical education to create music. Here is when the universe is going to slap me on the back of the head for my obtuseness, usually injecting my mind with feelings of misery. It doesn’t have to give me new miserable experiences, I had plenty those in my past to be used against me when I get unexciting.  Now… regrets are going to be created if I ignore my heart’s desires, I don’t want that to happen, therefore, I start singing, writing, do push-ups or whatever fancies my heart’s desires. Just as the composer gathered his/her misery in music, we can also save our hard past experiences in a memory of expression, only to use it when we need it, not to live with it all the time. Every sorrow has its artistic expression, if we encapsulate it into an artistic expression we can give closure to our bad experience. So many rejected lovers have written songs to mend their broken heart or pride, we don’t have to live with the pain, we could simply express it in artistic forms… until we are totally free of it. Music is the fastest route I know to get the job done.

Music is the set of codes that can be inserted most easily in the heart, what kind of music one hears, is what one is. Think carefully about music, music doesn’t ask permission to enter and no one can be anything else that the music he/she holds. We can change our thought pattern and our direction in life just by choosing the proper songs. Is one way to do it, mind you! Everything around you will change according with your feelings, which feelings are ruled by the music you hear. Give it a go! Music is not a random sound in the background, and its depth and influence over the soul doesn’t depend on musical education, it doesn’t depend on any education, it depends on the height a soul wants to reach. Music is meaningless without imagination, it appears to be something accidental when you are not inspired by it, not inspired to point your attention heavenwards.

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Roberto Palu