Friday, September 17, 2010

Violent Symphony

For some music is a congruous creation, in tandem, at peace, calming and soulful. When I hear the trumpets, violins, drums, symphonically arranged, their violence is amplified, the combat to exist greatly exaggerated, each attempting to drown the other in wave after wave of near cacophonous melody, like dreams crashing down on me, insignificant in their wake. The violence of it all just as reassuring as the serenely drowning marionettes in the violently over-flowing bathtub, imparting a sense of power that isn't ones to hold, to wield. But we make it ours, making it instantly ugly, unworthy, simply by becoming subdued under the grotesque, surfacing the violence created by the sound of crashing drums.