Music had been the love of my life really. Among all the other loves it had been the constant,
the all engrossing, the elation and the pain.
Then I stopped. The Music I loved that had once nurtured
my adolescence, All of a sudden seemed somehow impotent and powerless. so I simply didn't listen to it anymore. Music had left me. And I missed it terribly.
It of course could have been my age.. My increasing intolerance of the banal and the truthless.
The world around me seemed noisy and stupid, and I needed a tonic, an almost spiritual antidote
Then it did.
In a corner of youtube I accidentally stumbled into Olafur Arnalds, and through him Nils Frahm.
Both hit me hard.
Of course they are both unique and individual musicians in there own right, but I found a certain collective sensibility that was almost palpable.
And man is it powerful .
Olafur tells me that communication is more than words, and history and influences can be channelled
into art more powerful than the sum of its parts. I wonder If he even knows..
Nils tells me that my soul is broken, and that if I listen hard enough, he could probably fix it.
I love Music again.