Greek people believed that mathematics has an artistic expression; According to Pythagoras, the Sun, Moon, and other planets were circulating around the Earth, and the distance between the objects was related to musical intervals: it was the great music of giants. In the Middle Ages, with music arithmetic, geometry and astronomy, Quadrivium was one of the arts; That is, it was part of science. And still in the sixteenth century, Zarilina's musician said: "Music deals with sound numbers". So yesterday, this art was considered an essential element of the universe, hard and important knowledge for life. But later on, the society focuses not on scientific, but on utilitarian and technological, it conveys music to (and generally, all arts, generally) places more controversial, more decorative, more surrogate. Those announcements, called "environmental music", await your nostalgia noise, rooms or stores in elevators, and it is believed that, according to various investigations, you incite some psychological responses: ask you to buy and consume more, or To confirm you in the tense moments like a dentist, however, the friend, author Miguel-Anxo Murado, often says that, whenever he For example, part of that is listening to the voice on the vehicle and stupid dititsa tekaophsa and lendingsa, is on the point of hair, as it indicates a certain risk.
Music is essential for me, it is similar to reading. I do not know if I can live without both. However, there are people who hate this art, with full fear and disbelief. One of the most famous great writers, Vladimir Nabokov, is one of my literary masters. His beautiful biographical book, Hebra, announced by Memoria: "Music, sorry to forgive me, affects me more or less as the arbitrary successors of inflammatory voices." They continue with their accented mythology for many more phrases, which means that it is the whole humanity that makes the mistake of enjoying that annoying sound. Poor Nabokov: Maybe he came from his unbearable character, that he was not so cruel, because of his unbearable character. How do we like music, if our whole existence is linked to the primary rhythm of blood tremor?
I already say, I love it too much that when I hear music, I'm unable to do other things (except for walking or driving), because I focus a lot on it. Of course, I can not write. Novelist Clara Sanchez told me she was working before listening to her favorite records. "But I stopped doing this because I realized that I thought I was writing compelling and wonderful pages, when I read it again without soundtrack the next day, I thought they were really bad." What a nice and intelligent comment: Music is like a drug, it snatches us and gives us hypnosis. It leads us to parallel state of reality for better and worse: it is military music that covers young people with a smile on their lips and defeats them; It's a romantic music that gives you confidence that you are in love, which can lead to serious results; Or it's melodious music that motivates you to come down the bed and starts crying for three days. Yes, music can infect us, but it also has a wonderful effect to make us bigger and better. Pythagoras was true: that excellent voice connects us with the universe and protects us from a weak person. Especially hearing the emotional road, how many times I felt the anticipation of finding life's mystery. And many scenes from my novels come from bright nodes due to being in a concert. Music is essentially a human, in short, all of the elements we have in it are: Beauty, violence, peace, joy, grief, emotion. Our last moment will be with the final heartbeat.