I think there’s something profound about music that ties in to our sensation of existence; everything speaks of meaning concerning music, from people’s helpless urge to put into words the unwordable, via music, to people’s helplessness to draw meaning from music, beyond its intended draw.

Each song feels like the amalgamation of all things; human or not, that led upto that divine moment which births everything in it from its melody to its lyrics, each encompassing what I believe, nothing but the most fundamental human “beingness”; the personalized subjectivity that comes with being; the conscious prison that we’re each bound to, with no means of peering into souls adjacent to one’s own… apart from a shared being… or music.

Every song is a story that merely meets the eye; there’re aspects of the track that only its authors feel, know or believe, all the while, giving just as legitimate credence to all who take on the same music, instilling more meaning into songs as more people live off of it; I think people’s individual experiences of music is what gives lives to it; this my textual dump of how I relate to stories of songs, and songs of stories.

I write these informally when I feel like it, you’ll probably find portions of writing which are subpar, full of grammatical errors or downright ranting, inb4 cringe etc. Recently, I decided to find these writings and put them up – will do so periodically as I find them.

Title	Piece	Date	Link
"Unfamiliar Familiarity"	Led Zeppelin - Dazed And Confused, 1973 - Live at MSG, second show.	Wednesday, May 10, 2023	Post