Would you walk up to a generally drunk, smoked up, narcissist who is supremely rich and has no shame in selling something that comes out of one’s body for cash? I mean would you find peace - peace if you want, joy - if you need, soothing message - when hurt, from a Person capable of embodying all of them and more or less at the same time? No is the answer when I put it that way, yes and verbal abuse for asking such a question would be the general reaction when those words are replaced by something more commonly used word called “Artist” more precisely “singer”.
To be an artist of any form, one who can do things with their hand - probably paint, one who can do things with their legs - dance, one who can do things with their voice - sing, it would take a lot of effort to master it even if you are gifted. When one has spent all those years of their mortal lives to expertise in modulating their voices to fit words in a sound coming out of some instruments played in unison, how can you expect them to have any kind of experience to tell you how to feel when you are seeking help ? The words on their own make no sense, many “non artists” have spoken better, the artists themselves don’t have any psychiatric degrees or trainings to help your thought process, the music (as it is termed when bunch of instruments played together in some fashion) carriers very little value on its own, so much that if its not mixed with the singer’s voice they would only be played in some local Japanese karaoke bars or Indian restaurants in European countries and absolutely nowhere else.
Having condemned to the extent I can an art form which is almost as common as breathing, let’s look at the reasons why music got so popular. General tendency is to match the wavelength of music with one’s feeling. Sad songs when someone is sad, happy songs when some one is happy, songs which take you down the memory lane when you are missing something, you get the picture don’t you? I have heard and seen people trying to get out of a feeling by slowly soothing themselves out of it instead of beating the opposite tune, never heard of someone playing jail house rock if one wants to stop feeling sad about their dead cat or for that matter play someone like you by Adele at a wedding. The word which might support why music is a source of energy or an opioid is Harmony. When you have struck a chord harmonious with the environment it does not matter if a raging alcoholic, drugged, rich narcissist screams at the top of the voice the most obvious knowledge which might even be written in a children comic book, it helps you to go through your pains and sorrows much easily as compared to paying a psychiatrist a mere sum of money which will be probably less than what a very healthy kidney or a pair of eyes might cost.
Now, I’m not advocating a music streaming service subscription as against to paying a psychiatrist, but unfortunately the road we have taken talking about what music really means to everyone seems to leave us at splits, one of which is 10 euros / month and the other slightly cheaper than a healthy kidney and pair of eyes. I wouldn’t generalise human beings as the ones who love music but I think it’s safe to bet that humans depend on music, from the highest form of dependence which is listening, composing, humming to lowest form of dependability being tolerating. The versatility of music is commendable, it can stand on its own, blend into movies, sports and even showers, it can really make one avoid looking at a very beautiful person or appreciate people who might not be considered as very beautiful in the subjective definition. Tunes and beats have seen wars, deaths, births, growth, failures, prosperity, disasters or practically anything, the challenge is not for music to survive, but to find an activity which cannot embody music into it.