Do you ever wonder what an arduous task it is to listen to the music and understand the complexity of it? Just as Walker Percy implies in his essay "The Loss of the Creature," people generally tend to divide into two categories when it comes to viewing the issues of life. We have the "common" individuals who notice the complexity of the matters, but who interpret it in superficial ways, and we have the "complex" individuals who tear through the outer layer and look to find the answers to their questions (Percy . It was not until I remembered an event which took place a few years ago, that I started to apply this simple-sounding division to a process of enjoying the splendor of music.
I was sixteen at the time, tired of the difficulty of life, and the monotony of the gray colored everyday existence. Being trapped in the middle of the teenage years seems trivial, and somewhat insignificant now that I understand that the infamous "struggle" is in fact something which makes life worth living. Nevertheless, at the time of my sweet sixteen I was dissatisfied with the organized routine of my life, and seriously broken-hearted. I remember aimlessly wandering the streets one rainy evening. I never imagined that the weak sound coming from an open window of an apartment complex, and desperately trying to tear its way through the curtain of rain would, in fact, later become my ultimate discovery of the real meaning of music. I stood in the pouring rain mesmerized by something that touched my soul, after tearing through the layer of "normality." It was a rock song. Rock, but different in some way – a mixture of ethereal mysticism, magic and strength.
It was for the first time that I started looking for complexity in music, not only for the sounds and lyrics. I wanted to know everything. The motives of the artists for writing the lyrics, the instruments used in the songs, or why the slashing sounds of electric guitar seemed so intriguing – everything. Did you ever listen to the songs, the sounds of which created a cognitive map in your mind with a treasure of meaning hidden somewhere in the middle? Queen, the group that could mesmerize me with their musical compositions, allowed me to see that with Percy’s two routes of thinking an individual can certainly view music in both the "common" and the "complex" way. The four members of this rock group could destroy the superficial, common way of listening to the songs, and open many possibilities of complex interpretations.
A few years later, after my relationship with the musical magic of Queen became an intimate bond, I was faced with with a task of choosing a disc to take with me to a desert island. As Langdon Winner wrote in his essay: " It is not a matter of what my favorite album happens to be. At issue it is a kind of music rich enough, substantial enough to enable this castaway to endure a place of destination over a very long haul." (Winner 58) Favorite album is something that we enjoy now, at...