Oh.

Firstly, sorry to the one fan out there of my blog (me). I haven't posted in.. HEY! In exactly a month. So this could be like one of those monthly magazines, except a blog, and not nearly as interesting. Hmm...


Anyway.

Onwards we shall sail toward my chosen topic of bloggery. Well, this one hasn't been well thought out, nor well crafted (Atleast to me, the other ones have seemed funny/well written to some degree. I doubt this will be like that).

So.

Music. I mean the real thing. The original stuff, the thing which comes to mind when people mention 'Mozart' or 'Beethoven'. The sometimes lilting, sometimes jarring, altogether flowing and wonderful music. I'm listening to the 'Moonlight Sonata' as I write/type this, and it blows my mind.

There are 12 notes, including all the sharps. That is all. No more. And they come out with these astounding peices of music, unbelievable in their fluency. Unparalleled in their sheer majesty.

But I digress.

Why have we, the human race, collectively thought up of Music? Sure, people say 'You hear birds lilting and singing. They have music. Why can't we'. Oh, sure. They're birds for god's sake. Not us. Not even close in intelligence. There's a reason there's the phrase 'bird brained'. They're idiots.

Uhm. Yes. So we have got music. Not only the 'cultured' and 'civilised' humans, but also the 'uncivilised' humans. The tribes. They blow their horns, they beat their drums. And they like it too.

Surely some guy didn't just wake up in the middle of the night and say 'Oh! I know! We'll make a set of 12 notes, with eight main ones, call the four middle ones sharps, and create sonatas and other such stuff'. It evolved over a period of freakishly long, and people experimented with sounds. Then they came up with rules, which you cannot break. And scales, and what sounds nice.

And this was ages, and ages, and ages ago. I don't even know. And I haven't done any reasearch.

Oh... my idea is fizzling out. So I suppose I'll have to fill in the rest of this post with drivel. Yay.

God, this is an awesome song. Moonlight Sonata. In the middle... it hits a crescendo, and it sounds to me, at the peak of the crescendo, as if every thing in the world is falling to bits. No, that isn't right. Its very hard to put it words. It is astounding.

Well... hopefully, now this blog will be updated on a weekly, or bi-weekly basis, or something like that.

Let's hope for the best. And for me not to be such an idiot.

Signing off.

(Notice the coo- funky new sign off that I've got? Flippy eh?)