Am I defective?


I took organ lessons in the late 50s on my Dad’s Hammond C3 with Leslie. Got as far as a rudimentary version of William Tell Overture.

I have been watching music reviews on YouTube. Doing the reviews are regular folks, vocal coaches, musicians, professionals, etc.

Artists reviewed are Phil Collins, Disturbed, Zep, many drummers and guitar players, etc.

Many of the reviewers are moved to tears. I swear at least one female reviewer is close to orgasm.

While I appreciate the music it does not affect me any way near to how the reviewers are affected.

Is it me?

 

 

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It certainly is you. Madame Butterfly La Boheme and a number of other operas often move me to tears.

Most people I know only like catchy pop tunes on the radio. Not many are moved emotionally.

Is it a blessing or a curse to be moved to great lengths by a piece of art, music or any other purely creative endeavor?

I think it is a blessing. To be "moved to great lengths" (tears, joy, sadness, bliss) IMO makes us more engaged humans.  

If you keep an open mind, these things will find you. Don't go looking for them. 

@edcyn 

Is it a blessing or a curse to be moved to great lengths by a piece of art, music or any other purely creative endeavor? Are purely creative works wastes of time or truly key to the survival of the species?

As for the survival of the species, it seems to me our stunning lack of capacity for learning from past mistakes poses the greatest threat. . . and I'm not optimistic that art can save us from ourselves.   

Still, if you ask me whether life would be worth living without the arts, that's an easy "no" for me.