Maestro asks the orchestra a simple question-- one of those questions that every person opens his mouth to answer but hesitates because of its unsuspected complexity.
What is music? Some violist raises his bow and says, "organized sound." Interesting thought.
But what is music? We spend so much time in our lives listening to it, playing it on instruments, being surrounded by it. Even so, the word "music" seems to have no single definition because a single definition would be unable to do it justice. All that music encompasses seems impossible to constrict into the limitations of a few words or phrases.
What is music? Sure, it's organized sound. But can organized sound really be enough to make you feel boundless joy, deep sadness, irrepressible anger that music can induce? Can it be a medium for self-expression as a unique art form? Can it be as beautiful as music can be? Is music really just organized sound?
But maybe that's what the entire purpose of art forms is--to mean something different to every individual. My definition of music is surely not the same as any other individual's definition. My definition of any form of expression would unlikely to be the same.
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