Hating music with a passion

Music goes much deeper than anything else. I once said that I have a love/hate relationship with it, and I truly believe it. There is a lot of grief in music, a lot of pain. There isn’t just one emotion in each song, good music confuses you. It brings so much depth and emotion with it, there’s usually a conflict within you as you listen to it play.

That internal struggle frustrates me. It makes me want to sing along, it makes me want to cry. But what do you do when you can’t hit the notes? What do you do when you can’t sing it out? It gets even more exasperating, the inner turmoil grows.

I am currently obsessed with Andrew Lloyd Webber’s The Phantom of the Opera at the Royal Albert Hall, and I’ve watched it almost six times now in three days on DVD. Yes, it is still playing now as I type this out. Ramin Karimloo has the most achingly beautiful voice and when he is acting as The Phantom, easily translates into an awe-inspiring mix of emotion. Just so much emotion, so much energy.

I hate it. I hate it because it is so gorgeous it makes me want to kill myself. Indeed I hate it because it’s so beautiful.

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