Music is good. I don’t understand music. OK, well I do understand it in some sense, but I don’t understand why humans love it so much.
I have a profound, almost ardent emotion towards music I truly enjoy. When a musician dedicates his or her life towards mastering and performing the act of producing music, why is it? Is there a science to aesthetics? Can it be argued that the brain finds certain sound waves enjoyable? If so, then what does that say for the brain? Is there some magical quality to the good sounding, powerful motion of sound we call music that may say something greater about life? Maybe music, along with some other things, may be a part of the meaning to living.
Not only humans create music, but I (as a human) can say we create it pretty well. Who knows though–maybe the chirping grasshopper or the singing bird think it as just communication. Maybe thats all music is to us humans in a way.
