Body-caressing Sound

Body-caressing Sound – when the richness of the music, and perhaps slight changes in ambient pressure caused by the music, evoke an actual physical experience with the music.

This the second part in a 3-part series on Ear-caressing Sound, Body-caressing Sound and Soul-caressing Sound.

As expected, after reading the first post, Neli wasn’t too sure I hadn’t gone over to join the loonies and crazies that seem to be reproducing like mad on the Internet these days.

But no. Rare as it is, Ear-caressing Sound exists. And so does Body-caressing Sound.

In fact, I’ve experienced Body-caressing Sound many times, though I did not have a name for it. I had not labeled it, had not identified it as a separate identifiable experience, which pretty much meant that I ignored it for the longest time.

I experienced it again recently, and I’ll describe the circumstances. Hopefully they will be familiar to you, as well, and you will realize that you too have experienced this.

The situation was downstairs here, listening to the smaller Audio Note system. It was loud, loud enough to be at least, to some medium degree, pressurizing the room [the doors were closed, but the stairway to the 2nd floor cannot be closed off. So room pressurizing is always gong to be a little weak in this room, but better than upstairs, which is open to the dining room].

I forget the exact music, but it was something rich and tuneful; a swelling and long beautifully drawn out note, like that made by a tuneful saxophone.

Maybe it was the actual room pressure changes, or maybe the wonderful emotional and harmonic richness of the note. It felt like I was being hugged in a warm, lightly affectionate, playful, loving embrace. In this instance it was from the back and encompassed most of the right side of my rib cage and about half of the left side. [like the previous post, one could make the analogy that this is like it must feel to be hugged by a loving parent when one is very small].

It is a highly pleasant experience, and to be desired [by me, anyway :-)]. It is a wonderfully human and pseudo-physical way to interact with the music. When it starts happening it works best if you open up to it and treat it like it was the anthropomorphized melody itself hugging you; it’s spirit, or perhaps it is the soul of Music itself.

It, logically, seems like this would be most likely to occur with small Jazz, with a rich sounding instrument, in a room that the sound can pressurize a bit. But I am sure I have experienced it with Rock and Roll, in open-spaces, and other kinds of perhaps non-optimal circumstances.

So, next time something weird like this happens to you, think about this post and relax. Enjoy. It may not be so weird after all. In fact, it is awesome. And probably one of the reasons why music has been with us for millennia.