Пост обновлен 26 мар. 2019 г.
Growing up in a household full of musicians I’ve learned that there is always a type of music to accompany just about everything. A pancake morning could most definitely be a Bob Dylan or Rolling Stones vibe.
Feeling a little bit under the weather? Pull out the first Smiths album you can find. Heck, even a little bit of Debussy during the evenings couldn’t hurt. But yes, I know what you’re thinking.
Firstly yes, the range of music in my household is and was a tad unorthodox.
And secondly, as we all know, music goes beyond the realms of solely a daily routine: it reflects your interests, your emotions, your psyche, your limbic system AND let’s not forget your amygdala - the centre of emotional processing in the brain (I know right, big words. The power of music, my friends).
That being said, I think I had met my match with finding the appropriate genre of music the other day when going on my first hike. With Spotify you can pretty much listen to whatever type of music you want at any time so I had no fear that I would find the right playlist to launch myself up that mountain in no time. I had it all planned out.
I would start off with a little bit of Indie:
- The Strokes (Reptilia an obvious choice)
- Artic Monkeys
- Perhaps even some Franz Ferdinand
Then I thought after around a third way up I’d catch my breath with a little bit Fleetwood Mac:
“Go your own way” clearly a perfect hiking tune
- Dreams, of course!
Then, just over halfway I’d push myself into overdrive with some heavy metal to really propel me up this mountain. That’s right, at this point I’d be going deep into my playlist:
- Black Sabbath
- Iron Maiden
- Judas Priest
All the good stuff.
Although… It didn’t really turn out as well as I planned it to be.
I never realised how repetitive Indie sounded being alone in the mountains,
Fleetwood Mac reminded me too much of past lovers, and the heavy metal was not the best transition afterwards because it just stressed me out.
In protest, I decided to do the rest of the hike without music. A decision I wish would’ve occurred to me over a mile ago.
Perhaps hiking is one hobby that can’t be easily accompanied by music. I found far more pleasure in the silence of the mountains. The brisk breeze across my cheeks, the crunch of rubble, the immaculate view.
Most people use music to disconnect. Occasionally however, it’s good to disconnect from music.