Dubstep has eaten my mind again tonight, has pushed it in the right direction. Jumping up high to the soul-splitting “brap brap” I conclude again that this music has virtually grown though my whole life. It is the only music style that makes me smile no matter what. It seems a weird thought at the beginning, given that dubstep deserves to be called “evil bass” ; but digging deeper, you find so much positive inside it. This is the only “broken rhythm” type of music that gives you an impulse to dance with palms open and hands held high instead of raising fists to the air. It’s 138 bpm on average (not that fast, you know), but it has the power to splash so much energy from you that no other crazy amount of beat would do.
Dubstep is something so magic that you are simultaneously relaxed and controlling each and every move of your body; you wouldn’t see one moving convulsively to that type of bass…This is the music that feeds your feeling of living life to the full and more, to 200% if you can imagine that. Dubstep parties are the only where I would want to stay to the last sound of the last track, where I’d be mentally allowed to be seventeen again. This is the music to make your thoughts flow free and to sharpen your brain to concentrate. And, somehow, this is the music that revealed and built my connections with many soulmates. Dubstep is the music one can devote verses to. Dubstep is my religion.
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“Music Rhythm influences human brain, deeds and life in the end”
There’s no revelation in it, of course, but the thought is 100% true. If you remember how dubstep influences you.
It depends on the subgenre for sure, but the overall feeling is that this music contains some kind of silent knowledge that pushes its way aside the brain to the most distant parts of our souls, of our personalities; it seems to be the mysterious knowledge about the second “me”, the life we live at night in split dreams, about what comes to us when we fly, no matter whether we fly via parachute jumping, kiting, driving 200km/h or flying mentally. And the emotions brought along are all the way true: it’s weightless sadness and hope for the next dawn to come with changes for the better. Sadness is there because knowledge is sad, and because this knowledge slips away every single minute through your body – you can never be a vessel to be filled in; the best case is when we are “conductors” of this knowledge and this music to other souls. And hope, because every human believes in miracles, believes he can see the unseen, understand impossible, turn the world around to his face to see its non-existent side.
There is one more manifestation of dubstep though. The furious consciousness of contradictions to the world, the understanding of the fact that misbalance and harmony absence is not that bad, that it’s a kind of engine that pushes us forward, makes us move.
These feelings are the reason why I try so hard to keep this music inside me. And most probably it will never ever let me go.