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? To be sure it's the seed for one heck of a discussion.
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?