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Chaotic Notes!



Music interests me so much! I have been trying to figure out a reason behind the seemingly mundane notes interspersed in a queer manner, fascinating me so much. IT WAS JUST CHAOS, I told my cynical self. But Dan Brown or some guy, said "There is order in chaos". And I had my self saying to another of my self "How is this possible? Isn't the very definition of chaos, the lack of order?" This quote stuck with me, like a lizard's legs adhering to the wall. Everywhere I see chaos, I try to sniff a whiff of a pattern, an order, or anything that will help me to understand and organize it. And regarding music, I stumbled upon this very order when hearing a soulful tune and unleashing my long reined-in imagination. What I uncovered was this. The creativity that has to be put in, the twist and turn that the mind that a mind has to undergo to the point of craziness, in search of a tune that would be radically different from all the tunes that had been rolled out in the duration of the past, say 100 years, is no non-Herculean task! The duration is surely more than that, but the point here is musicians have to think creatively, and assemble radically new, metaphysical tunes into realms that laidback listeners can perceive and appreciate. They have to make their tune stick in the listener's mind. A song when casually heard for the first time, must captivate the listener enough, to lure him back for a second, a third, and more than even a fourth time.

Equally important are the lyrics of a song. The discerning listener might tend to veer towards the significance of the lyrics along with the tune, in appreciation or depreciation of the song. Songs will fall flat, if the tune is catchy and feel-good, while the lyrics are not. All these days, in the modern era, I have seen a lot of crass lyrics making their way into songs, that otherwise have a beautiful tune to it. Erstwhile lyricists are to be applauded in this facet. They penned lyrics for a song, using a four-pronged approach; the composer, their own self, the audience and the movie's situation. Do the modern-day lyricists write songs just to captivate the masses for a short period of time? Or do they have any intention of scripting a long-enduring legacy, I wonder. We still have not forgotten "Atho andha paravai" song's lyrics or " Tharai mel pirakka vaithaan" lyrics, because they plucked our heart's strings at a deeper and a more relatable level. These two songs, chosen randomly and on a quick thought to prove my point, can be emotionally connected with, by any individual, regardless of his age. You are sad, then the latter song, will show you certain truths of life. You are happy, then the former song will show you the joy that LIFE is. Do the present-day lyrics do that to us? You be the judge. I will leave with a couple of lines from a Shakespearean sonnet, to kindle the fire within you which you may not know of, yet.

Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,

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