a mash-up of religion & (making) music
I had originally titled this essay “Is folk music a religion?” because my first approach at it had me pondering with a curious eye the seeming religiosity of my city’s local folk music scene… a scene in which I’ve never really participated, nor fully understood. The revision emerged as I continued to write and realized the accusations I was placing at the feet of folk music were not necessarily unique to any particular genre, and in fact folk music (while it would rank right up there on the cult-ish scale, if one were to exist) is probably not even the best example of music followings blurred with religious ferocity.
I do like music. I really do.
I also have specific tastes and tuned preferences for various styles or intensities of sound and rhythm that fill certain emotional or mental needs at different points in my day and life.
When I walk, I like candy pop. When I run, I listen to pounding electronic music or thrashing punk. I usually put on some kind of jazz while I work, though don’t dare ask me what kind of jazz I listen to because I couldn’t even tell you who is playing… I just like the sounds. When I’m driving I like instrumental soundtracks (no, really) and I fill all the other gaps of my life from an eclectic playlist of tunes slotted from a broad range of genres.
This not only gives me claim to a huge music collection, but makes me one of those indecisive guys who answers that-question-we-all-ask with the vague-ish, non-answer of “Y’know, I like all kinds of music.”