Vibrations

Have you ever just... felt them?

Sometimes, it's not about the music. It's not about the melodies or harmonies, no... it's far more deep than that. It is something you may not notice at first. You listen, your ears hear what sound is made - but music - music is more than just listening. Music is all the senses. All 5 of your senses can explode from the music that is pumping through your ears.

Of course there's the sound. The sound is what is important. The sound makes us remember. It makes us sing along. It makes us dance. It makes us happy. That's just one sense, though. Just your ears benefit from the sound.

But what about your eyes? Your eyes can see the music. You see the people dancing around you... your lover... your friends. You can see the people moving to the beat. They are your family now. They are the people you have entrusted with your feelings for the night. This is why you see the music. You see me... up there behind the decks, my head in my headphones... one ear exposed so I can hear it all. I can hear you screaming my name. I can see you smiling at me. They effect my senses, too.

You can smell the music around you. A smoked filled room... the second hand smoke fills your nostrils as you dance, as you watch... as you hear it. You can smell the sweat, pouring from your lovers chest, off the forehead... You smell your lovers perfume, its sweet scent makes you tingle as you dance... dancing to the music I play for you. I can smell the vinyl. I can smell the needles burning and the speakers heating up. I can smell.... the dust singeing off the lights... I can see the lights flashing in my face as you can. The smell is something we look for. It is because of the music that we now smell so well. We may not identify it... we just know it is there. The music is there...

You can even taste it. As you draw closer to your lover, to your friends... you may share a kiss. The sweet nectar that is her lips you can taste. Her tongue... tastes of the cigarettes she smokes... of the gum she chews, and of the vodka she drinks. You can taste the air. You can taste the skin. The air is fresh but growing stale from the sweat. Evaporating into the air you taste it. You can smell it... as I can too. I taste my fingers, as I lick them before placing them on the next record. The record that holds my music. I can taste the vinyl from the last record on my fingers. I can taste my own sweat... sweat that has dripped on to the platter. I can taste the crowd. Each kiss I taste myself. I know I can taste them because I have created them. The music has created them. Without this music there would just be talking. Just talking and nothing gets done. No one gets down. No one sweats. No one's shirt is damp from the sweat. Without the music no one is just quiet, just listening to the music as they sweat and look at each other with daring eyes.

Beyond all this...

You can feel it. Oh yes... your senses are not complete without the ability to feel. The touch begins with the nerve endings in your fingers and they crawl up your spine. The nerve endings on your skin tingle as each beat pulsates more than the last. The vibration - chills you... while warming your internal temperature making you sweat. Even if you were deaf and blind you would know music is near... you feel it. You can feel every frequency I pour out to you. You can feel every wave of sound pounding on your ear drums that I play for you. The music is nothing without the ability to feel. Without that feeling you would only hear it. You wouldn't taste it and you would not smell it. You would not see it. It is the feeling that completes the circle. It is the feeling that rumbles through your body that gets you up off the stool. That turns you around to look at me, to look at the full dance floor in front of me, noticing for the first time that people have already discovered what you have just discovered. The music is alive within you. You feel as the drugs begin to take control over pieces of you. The alcohol and nicotine and caffeine... drugs that are almost given away... you let them take over. They push you so gently to the floor, yet almost like instinct you rush to the floor because of the music. The music that I play for you.

I feel it too. I can feel the bass from the sub woofers nearby. I can feel the trebles rocking my feet like a million ticklers all clamoring and fighting their way to my spine. I can feel the music, the vocals wailing over the speakers as they bounce. They bounce ever so slightly that you may not see them from your angle... but they shake. They bounce. They rattle. I can feel them, but you only feel their effects. They speak to you, they make you smile. From my vinyl that I touch to your ears... you can feel it.

Have you ever just... felt them?

Stopped for a second and stood with your eyes closed. Your ears closed... palms down and open allowing for every nerve in your body to be shaken by them. It is the music.

It is the music.