Why does music (or even art in general) matter?
This is a big question and even if we can't answer it, we still have to accept that it does matter; it holds sway over people's emotions and infiltrates almost every aspect of our lives. Although I can't proffer a definitive answer, what I can say is that music matters to me a lot and for many different reasons. Let's start by talking about just one of these: why I play the guitar...
My Dad plays and although he is no Giltrap, he has a confident command of his technique and the control and dense tone that he creates inspired me and held my attention as a young boy. So that's why I started playing the guitar, but why carry on? Why let it become one of the defining factors of my life and personality? When you consider the truly deep and profound questions of life and the universe, music or specifically playing the guitar could seem a little...trivial?
But consider this, every time I'm happy I can pick up my guitar and rejoice. Every time I'm sad I can pick up my guitar and grieve. We're told that it's important to talk about our feelings but if my guitar is always my outlet then I learn to use notes instead of words.
I love my guitar because it frustrates me and challenges me but also is completely in my command. It is satisfying and soothing and without it I would be a frustrated recluse.
Everyone needs to express themselves. I'm not a great writer nor a greater painter or orator, but I can play the guitar. It is introspective and man's most worrisome troubles can be solved and put to rest behind your instrument of choice.
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