Do you ever feel you were wired differently from anyone else, for better or worse?
My brain’s pathways feel like jumbled cables. Unlike the rest of sane humanity, specific wires go where they shouldn’t be. Music, for one, is both a gustatory and auditory experience for me.
I prefer my music to be savory, tangy, and spicy, with just the right amount of spice to give it a slight smokey heat. Think about your favorite hot sauce.
I like a solid, swung drum groove topped with bass lines that make you move in ways you never thought you had in you. I appreciate hooking piano riffs and the cries of a wah-wah pedal. A horn section adds a sophisticated flavor to any song.
I have an aversion to anything creamy, milky, and overly sugary, which applies to music. These sounds induce my gag reflex: overplayed top 40 hits, bubblegum pop, EDM, and that era of bands when everyone sounded like Eddie Vedder.
I’ve outgrown some sounds, too: Emo. Pop punk. Nu Metal. That era of bands when everyone sounded like Deftones.
Synesthesia is what it’s called. In my case, a song stimulates two senses, causing me to experience it in two ways. It’s both a blessing and a curse, but it also makes me come off as a snob or a hipster yelling at the clouds.
I’m not. I try to be as eclectic with my music as I can. I respect and appreciate Justin Timberlake, just as I do AC/DC. 90s hip-hop and grunge share the same soft in my heart.
But mumble rap and anything Eurodance? I’m sorry, but this is where we part ways. To each their own, and you do you.
Alright, that’s enough out of me.
What does your music taste like?
Cheers, and be well.
