Five-Hundred Word Challenge 633: Something About Music and Being in the Moment

Sometimes when you hear something just gliding and rising and falling, you’ve got to let it wash over you. You’ve got to let the beat and the rhythm carry you along and lose yourself to the music, despite how much you want to resist. Sometimes it is the best way to carry forward. you can dance the night away. Maybe instead of dancing the night away you’ll find yourself in a trance and just become lost within the music as it flows around and surrounds you.

Maybe instead of that you’ll just find yourself still and firmly within the moment. Maybe it’ll be all of those things at once. It can be hard to tell, but it doesn’t matter as once the beat picks up your body disconnects from your brain and starts moving to the rhythm and you’re powerless to stop the enjoyment and satisfaction of being one with the music.

At least, that’s what happens sometimes. Occasionally the cerebral can remain intact, but you still keep on appreciating what it is that you’re hearing.

Unfortunately it all has to fade away at some point and something a bit softer, such as a break may come in. This is the chance to relax before the next beat comes in and you’re finding yourself once more carried away in some manner. It’s the breather, though not always. Maybe the beat just dropped out. Maybe the beat softened. Maybe it all held and time stood still. Who knows? It’s all in the moment and being in the moment is often what matters.

Of course there is a difference between moving and being in the moment, and being still and in the moment, but that’s not for now.

Voices modulate, notes draw out, instruments come in and out and the flow just seems to keep on going without any stop. Relent certainly is there, but its no less appreciable than being carried along and away with the music itself, for there is nothing violent about this. It’s passion; passion for the sound and the rhythm and passion for what is experienced when caught up among it all.

And it just keeps on going and you’re lost without confusion and some sharper sounds come in, though lacking all the harshness that that implies and the melody increases and the vocals rise and fall and remain spacious and soon there’s a repetition of one line that seems to pull back a little whilst the notes wait for the next moment to come in and see where it takes the music and then suddenly you’re hit with this almost atonal, chaotic wash of noise coming from a guitar solo which just seems to punctuate a chaos formed from a juxtaposition between the messiness of its existence and the steady beat that refuses to let up.

However, it is just a feeling as the solo still manages to fit in somehow and the music continues to push on and you become a part of its being.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:38:01

There was about a minute where I became distracted, then came back and realised I was distracted. I guess the music was carrying me along.

Written at home.


About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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