As an Unprofessional Musician.

My piano is not just a piano; it is a diary, a blog, a listener, and a resonator.

Any sort of true, dedicated musician would perhaps understand that performing music is more than what comes to the general mind when we say it is "a way of expressing oneself".
Sure, that is what it comes down to in a nutshell, but like everything else, that's no more than scratching the surface.

When you play an instrument, and when you are playing music, you not only physically interact with the instrument, but intimately weave it with whatever you want to pour into it selectively; be it emotions, feelings, thoughts, messages, or just everything.
This, referred to be the "interpretation", determines how the performed music sounds like.

When I am playing music for myself, it is much like writing a diary entry, or ranting on a blog.

When I am playing music for someone else, throughout the whole of it, I sincerely hope that all of what I want to give gets successfully transferred to the listener. In other words; transmit a glimpse of an experience interleaved within the music.
My concentration is on the execution of every note(this probably sounds naive), making sure they are sounded properly, considering both the presence and the absence of sound. It is similar to capturing a photograph - the photographer manipulates light to produce the intended image. The difference between the two is that when playing music, all of which has been said above happens sort of passively. The music and the interpretation are one but two separate things. One may play the instrument physically, but one performs with their heart.

People sometimes feel that a certain song really captures them, reaches into them, speaks for them, and evokes other strong enough emotions to perhaps pull out some tears. This maybe is when they successfully establish a connection with the music through - I guess the right word is - sympathy. It is through superior interpretation, that makes it possible.

Now I'm sleepy. Concluding entry for now. 8|

The World can be Anything, really.

In this case, a symphony(in the non-figurative sense).

Some years ago, I once had this thought experiment, based on the theory that at every moment of the day, something interestingly musical is happening somewhere in the world - excluding "music" made by actual musical instruments - and by correctly hearing these sounds in the right order, you'd be able to make music out of it, or in other words, you'd ultimately be hearing a musical arrangement.

That's pretty vague, so let's put it into context..; for example, people sneeze. And at every second of every day, it's probably correct to say that someone, somewhere on this planet, is executing a sneeze.
Alright, so that's the base case.
Now, to pick out the right pitch.
The pitch of a sneeze differs from people to people, so if you were able to tune into the specific sneeze of a certain pitch every second(like radio signals, but instantly), you'd be hearing.. music!

Oh oops, my bad. For now, let's define "music" as a simple arrangement of sounds to create a melody and perhaps an accompaniment.

Yeah, it's basically making music out of sound samples, except it's not being produced as an actual music file, but stays as a thought.

If you think about it, it's kinda cool. This is happening all the time, not bound by any parameters, but at the same time, it's not happening.

If you think about it too much, it's magnificent.
What you can't hear could possibly be the greatest piece of music(or sound) you'd ever hear in a lifetime. Or the opposite.
It's constantly making sounds, the world is alive, blahblhablhablahblahblah, yep.

So I used to think about random things that nobody would bother to think about, but now, all I think about is how to kill that damn spy on tf2.

Bloody spies.

Call & Response

A musical term.

Very few might've heard of the tune "Mister Bach". I've only heard of it sung by my high school music teacher. Couldn't find it on YouTube, and it was hard to find on the internet.
It's a tune that goes like this.

A few minutes ago, my friend linked me to a YouTube video of a song called "Fifty in Five" by Hilltop Hoods:

And to the lyrics.

Only after reading the comments on the lyrics page, I learnt that it's like a response to the Tinkerbells Fairydust's "Twenty Ten":


I recognised "Mister Bach" appropriated in this song, and you can hear some phrases from "Twenty Ten" in "Fifity in Five".

It would've been great if I'd known more about "Mister Bach"... that would've been very awesome.

"Fifty in Five" recounts some fifty years of history, in five minutes.
"Twenty Ten" ponders about what the world would be like in the year 2010.

I love the existance of the two songs. It's artistic, it's witty, it's riveting and induces an outburst of thought, like a candlelight illuminating darkness.

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An (Old) Irish Blessing.

May the road rise up, my friend, to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face today,
May the rain fall soft upon your fields.

And until we meet again,
May god hold you in the hallow of his hand.

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I'm not religious, but this is a beautiful song.

The words are incorrect to what is known, and it's because this is our version that is sung during the graduation ceremony at our school. (The melody is also different.)

This version is yet to be found on youtube, otherwise you'd be seeing a link up there. P:
Although, the ones that are there are absolutely stunning.