Audial Exploration

The prongs slide into the outlet causing power to surge into the amplifier. The dial labeled master volume is turned up to 9/10, an inadaquate display of the massive potential energy resting in your hands. You slide the pick over the low string which vibrates violently, what is a C to a technical musician means only one word to you, thrash. You begin to chug on the string, rebeginning the vibration anew at over 10 times a second, the thin strip of metal seems to flutter like a hummingbirds wing in your hands. You move a few strings up, hitting the higher frets, what was a painful symphony of power now seems to transform into a sonnet. Your hands transforming every sound of the poem at your will, like a puppet master commanding a beautiful ballerina. She dances proudly, seeming to move the air around her like paper thin leaves flowing in the autumn breeze. Your hand moves again to the low string, once more causing the agonizing roar of a charging elephant, all sense of the ballerina is gone, but the memory has not faded, she is waiting to dance again, at the beckoned call of her master.

As you may tell from my description, I find music's aesthetic property's very appealing and thought provoking. Oftens times I find myself not playing any particular song, but simply moving from key to key to warp the music into more than what it is. What were mere audio waves change into emotions, and emotions into poetry in your mind and in the air around you. You do not need to know how to play an instruement well to experience the great depth of music, all you need are your hands, and an open mind.