The best songs take flight in the mind. I can remember when I first heard Jeff Buckley’s Grace, and how it seemed to perfectly soundtrack the druggy, snowy night I was experiencing. Even now, the first few songs feel ethereal, and the title of that album embodies the essence of all the songs contained therein.
Mastering this craft is a lifelong exercise, but many of us can’t even touch these grand Masters, whose flow seems effortless and beautiful all at the same time. The best I can muster up is the chugging rhythms of Johnny Cash, which are fundamental, salt of the earth. Johnny brings the mind closer to reality, grand songwriters take the listener further away. Or, even better, they sink them deeper within the subconscious, a meditation.
With a bit of stillness one can honestly feel the greatness of the song take Hold. And I think that’s what we’re looking for. Right Katy Perry?
