Tuned

1:44am

Listening to a compilation called 'Music to Kill Yourself To'. An inventive title from someone least likely to kill themselves, I congratulate them for their attempt at darkly humour. I actually listen to these melodic renditions of the human consciousness with growing speckles of hope and affirmation. Music has never played a significant role in my past life, in my youth nor hours of turmoil. I don't understand the lifeline it has been to numerous others; there has been no musically defining moment that I can recall. The kind of music I've grown to associate myself with, because social norm demands an allegiance, has been the kind of careless frivolity. Shallow and trivial, my musical tastes lack depth of emotion and intellect of tortured artists that speak the truth of the individual and hence, the collective. I am not ashamed. I choose to be unrepresented by the fretted.

But 'Music to Kill Yourself To' isn't exclusive to the world of angst. It too speaks gracefully of beauty, of self awareness and dare I say, love? As the listener I hold objectivity towards the material presented but I cannot deny my natural state to interpret with subjectivity. With this qualification, I say this is a compilation that champions hope and light. I want to free fall into the depths, to see with my own eyes, touch with my own hands and connect with my own heart, the soul, of the man who compiled 'Music to Kill Yourself To'.