The truly beautiful thing about music is that it’s completely and utterly subjective. What makes you tick, might not impress the person next to you, but all the same time, we all have an opinion, and we all love to share what we think. We’ve had a couple of guest writers at before, whether it be to give their thoughts on a recent gig, or join us in one of our podcasts to discuss a pressing matter at the time. On this occasion, I encouraged Troy Andrews, my young cousin and a hell of a talented writer, blogger and comedian in his own right, to tackle music from any angle he so desired and put pen to paper. So take a look, and we if you agree, as Troy Andrews discusses how Music Broadens The Mind…

One of the many benefits of a summer spent working in a small Mediterranean café were the wisdom filled lectures I received from my bearded, middle-aged Iranian boss. We pondered life in his tiny kitchen, discussing what it meant to be alive; friendship, love, good food, wine and of course music.

Now, I had never heard Iranian music, there was never any plan for me to start listening to it before I got this job. The next thing I know, I’m bopping my head along to the tunes of Iranian singer Googoosh with my boss whilst washing pots at my cramped sink. It was like something out of a nursery rhyme it was that strange. But it didn’t end there, along with the café’s Mediterranean theme came an array of European songs played over the speakers which stuck in my head like you wouldn’t believe. Adriano Celentano to Toto Cutugno, I didn’t speak any Italian but it didn’t stop me from trying to sing along. There was just something about it I liked, I just didn’t know what it was. It didn’t speak to me; I couldn’t understand the words. They weren’t cool and trendy songs like you would hear on the radio. They were different. Nobody else I knew listened to this type of music. Because it was part of my life. This was my music.  

My father was born in the 60’s, he grew up listening to music that he never grew out of. I always thought that was beautiful, this music was so relevant to him, he never thought he could let it go. With traces of his adulthood, he picked up songs he liked in his life and added them all to his own CDs and played them in his car. My sister and I grew up listening to those songs. Doctor Hook through to Bruce Springsteen. Cat Stevens to Steely Dan. I went away and expanded all knowledge on my dad’s music. It was like my father’s watch that had been passed down to me. An experience, a joy, a passion passed from father to son. When I told him my favourite Springsteen album was Born to Run, he smiled.

The more music you listen to, the more music you open yourself up for, the more you will truly be hit by the power of music. They say travel broadens the mind, well maybe you don’t have to travel that far to get a sense of that expression’s meaning. Travel across musical genres, break down walls you spend years building to avoid a certain type of music. You never know, you may discover something you have never known before. You may discover yourself.

Words by Troy Andrews (@realtroyandrews)


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