It rained today.
Naturally I was inside most of the time, though, so it didn’t
really bother me.
I’ve never
liked rain. There’s something about it I can’t quite put
my finger on that makes me annoyed. Maybe it’s its
unpredictable and sudden nature. Maybe it’s the water that
falls down and soaks you.
Yes, I really
don’t like rain as an entity, but I do like the sounds it
makes. In its own way, rain turns the world into a musical
instrument. The sounds produced by different surfaces as rain pours
down on them... It’s truly beautiful. It’s like an aria
of natural sounds, where the rain is the conductor and the world is
the orchestra.
My family has
never really been musical. You could say I’m the first in the
bloodline to take a passion to music. I listen to practically
everything, from classical and folk to progressive rock and metal.
Even the music I make covers a wide surface of genres. I’ve
made metal music. I’ve made acoustic ballads. I’ve made
electronic dance music. I’ve made ambient music.
And yet, I find
myself unsatisfied with my repertoire. I want to learn more. I want
to familiarize myself more deeply with more genres. I want to mix
more genres together into more elaborate musical explorations. I keep
wandering the landscape of music, and the more I do it, the further I
want to go.
The question is,
though: once I’ve traversed every single inch of it, then what
will I do? I fear I don’t know the answer.