Some sort of pressure must exist; the artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn’t look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world.
― Andrei Tarkovsky
I want to share those strange feelings and experiences that overwhelm me when I am listening to good music.
I personally cannot spend a minute without music, and from time to time some music encompasses me with strange feelings which may be common but as far as I know not so common. The first weird ecstatic experience I have with music occurs when the surroundings allow me to listen to a piece of music with rapt attention. Suddenly my eyes get closed very tightly, my whole body shrinked as it happens in orgasms, my whole body inspired with goosbumps and if sad flood of tears begin to roll down my face.
The second experience may seem to you sort of ridiculous but I have it anyway. This experience is an intense feeling, washing over my body, in which I feel as if I am a very old human of thousands years.
Another strange state which a sweet melody can put me into is a sudden deep realisation of my mortality and briefness which then obsesses me to an extent that I want to cry and scream at the top my lungs in order to bewail with my dreadful fate.
The forth and last things that happens during music is a kind of regret that why these other people, who does not listen to music or listen but not with great excitement, do not appreciate the depth and sweetness of music.
Farhad Mashwani
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