Muse Power: How Recreational Music Making Heals Depression and Other Symptoms of Modern Culture (Chapter 5, page 1 of 15)


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Chapter 5

"Bars are not for listening. You don't go to a bar to hear a band. You go to see friends, consume intoxicants, and SEE a band. Not that there's anything inherently wrong with that. But most musicians don't want to be seen. They want to be heard. As a musician, I speak from experience. And it's hard to compete with conversational noise in a bar (not to mention all the other noises). Another factor: alcohol is the wrong drug for listening. Alcohol and cocaine are "talking drugs." Neville Harson, Boulder, CO

"It is easy to see that the whole foundation of bars, nightclubs and the techno tribal "trance" experiences that modern day culture is expressing is really an ancient community experience. It is a capitalistic attempt to re-create an experience, a feeling, a space and possibly community that is very much part of human history, and a practical rarity in today's world. It is creating an entire culture of half deaf alcoholics who really in their heart of hearts are seeking avenues for human connection, community sharings, altered states of consciousness and who deeply share a love of music, trance and dance."Cheri Shanti, from article Re-connecting our Roots

The music is thumping, the bass goes right thru me and my body is effortlessly coerced into movement. My feet move in rhythm to the music, it is easy to delve into trance and forget everything in the music. In an instant I am fully present to the moment, all the drama of my life is invisible, melting away thru the bass. I close my eyes, and an inner world opens up instantly, colors come thru from the music's vibrations, forms pulse with the beats into kaleidoscopic visions of light inside my self. A tunnel of swirling colors opens and I enter it, my body and my consciousness are unified yet I am no longer my body. I am larger than life, towering above the physical realms like a giant. I am this freedom. I am this grace. I am unified with a greater aspect of my being. Then I feel an elbow jab me in the jaw, and my eyes open to the sensation of pain. Next to me swirling wildly, a young man with a glass of beer is reeling in his own inner realms, beer spilling all over me, him and the floor. His eyes are openly violating my personal space with his lustful vibe. I move away from him to another corner of the dance floor. Looking around, and forgetting him, I am entranced by the energy once again, but now I am studying, observing, seeing the world I'm in.

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