From the bottom of my heart, thank you. This letter is for every musician, lyricist, poet, and writer who ever touched my heart and my soul.
In today’s world, it is easy to focus on the negative and to take art for granted. All too often, it is consumed in the background without giving it thought—just backdrop noise. And I guess, entertainment should be like that once in a while, it should distract us for a moment from everything that is going on. And yet… People are giving their all to make us feel what they are feeling while creating. Making art of any kind is expensive, and I don’t only refer to money but also to time and emotions. With every piece of art you buy, you’re buying a piece of the artist. “Art is the ultimate truth teller.” Gavin Simpson
I don’t cry a lot; often, I am perceived as cold, distant, and closed-off. But when I see a film, or when I hear music, that’s when my emotions begin to overflow. And I am grateful for that outlet – that support. Crying is freeing. It cleanses the soul. I like sad songs, I like piano and violins, but I also like guitar solos (soli), and double-bass. I like strong lyrics but I also like instrumental music.
I am thankful to every musician who dared and dares to release a piece of them. As a poet/writer, I know that most releases contain a tiny bit of ourselves. As much as we are proud to share it with the world, it is also scary. What if no one reacts? What if they don’t like it? What if I could have done something differently? What if they like it?
It is easy to touch me; it is not easy at all to touch me. I am a tough critic, but I know and acknowledge that tastes vary and that every piece of music, every artist, has its audience. But man, when the right song comes, I am all-in. I am not bound to a genre, something unique and good can be hidden in any style, though I gravitate more towards lesser-known artists. They are not bad at all, hidden gems, I like to say. I mostly listen to postrock, prog rock, indie, alternative, singer/songwriter, but I also like 80s music and Otis Redding a lot.
I would be nothing without music. And maybe I give it more importance than most. Do I need to grow up? As a child and teenager, music helped me escape the cruelty of my reality. Ever since, I am a passionate listener, not only a consumer, but I really listen to every song – several times. I pick up on nuances and layers… I listen to the lyrics and read the booklets or sleeves of every album or record I own. I could never make music myself; for me, it is like a magical skill. (I can sing and write lyrics – but that is nothing special.)
The feeling when a song hits you, when you sing or hum along, when you can’t sit still – or when you are paralysed with its beauty – that is indescribable. Is there something better than turning up the volume of a song you like, closing your eyes, and being devoured by it? It is a kind of bliss I never experience with anything else in my life. No questions. No judgments. Nothing asked in return. And floating in that bubble, everything else loses its importance. For 4 minutes and 52 seconds, all that matters is the song in your ears and the smile on your face.
Dear musician, without you, I would be nothing. Keep going. Keep spreading your magic into this world. Be bold, be brave. We need it more than ever. I need it a lot right now.