“No negative side effects.”
I saw a meme recently where the poster stated that music has absolutely no negative side effects on the human psyche.
I chuckled for a moment, then shook my head at the proclamation.
“Music has no negative side effects.”
Those close to me know that I like most music. I play several instruments. I listen to everything from ancient Sumerian compositions to Medieval tunes to Renaissance madrigal to classical to ragtime to real Western (cowboy) music to disco . . . and everything in between. I have my favorite types, just like everyone else does. However, when it comes to instrument-banging and unintelligible voices, well, that does have a negative side effect. For me. I become angry and on edge; my surroundings take on a chaotic ambience. There is no beauty there for me.
Conversely, when I listen to music with balance and order, well, that’s when all the effects are positive to my being. Sure, the music might make me feel sad or happy or even – gasp! – patriotic, but it doesn’t make me feel like Beelzebub is ready to make his chaotic entrance into the room.
Music lyrics run the same way for me. Vulgar language in a song? I’m done. There is no place for it in my world. But respectful, clean language? Sounds good to me.
While it might be said that music never has a negative impact on one’s self, I respectfully disagree. You cannot count me in on that type of disordered thinking.
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