The transformative nature of music is a quality which I can never tire of. The unnecessary hit of the space bar whilst an all engulfing track is playing makes my toes curl with angst; abruptly slipping out of an escapist symphony throws you back into reality with an unhealthy grunt. This inexplicable characteristic is, in essence, musics primary attraction. A detachment from outside noises, worries, people- lord, the amount of times I have hidden beneath my headphones in a bid to avert the nuisance of others. This escapist quality dually opens a multitude of doorways into any which world your mind fancies sauntering into- dreams of other places, hopes, sexual fantasies... it functions as a key to your subconscious.
The purely aural sensation of this musical getaway seems to work as it's key appeal. The ability to close your eyes and re-imagine your environment is a luxury we rarely appreciate in our overtly visual society, dominated by television, advertising and film; we anticipate these codified optical interactions. When you close your eyes and fall into a piece of music you regain control, seeing exactly what you want. In my opinion, nothing compares to the elation of snugly fitting a pair of headphones on, closing your eyes and going on an adventure beyond anything your eyes could ever begin to imagine.
