Music is an expression of something I want to feel when I listen to a song of my choice. This definition implies a plan; I choose the music and sometimes the reflected emotion too. But how can we plan the things we want or feel? Can we ever plan our preferences? This is still a mystery for me, although there might exist people out there able to enforce a total control on the freedom of their senses and consequently actions. Music shapes in what I need at the moment of listening. But is this real or an illusion? Music is very real, but we, humans, live in the imaginary from time to time. And this makes life interesting. (More useless rhetorical quests, in Greek language this time, at our radio show Rock the Night.)
(a video is 1000 x N words, where N = # of frames :D)
Pink Floyd without Roger Waters in one of the best (vain) rock performances ever.