The psychology of folk music fans, finally explained
in Psychology ·
There exists a certain breed of person who perceives music as a profound art form—something that actually elevates the soul. They dwell on it constantly, diving deep into its layers, utterly spellbound by the experience. They collect vinyl and instruments with a reverence usually reserved for sacred relics. That is certainly how I find myself behaving.
It doesn’t even have to be music; it could just as easily be literature or fine art.
Then, on the other hand, you have those who approach music through a purely consumerist lens, treating it like a fleeting fashion trend. For them, listening is much like eating an ice cream cone; the satisfaction is momentary, transient, and they lack any real conviction or sense of what it might represent in their lives. They are, most likely, the typical listeners of mindless pop radio hits.
Now, I am not suggesting that such individuals are necessarily unintelligent or narrow-minded.
It is simply that music, in its true essence, holds no interest for them.
It doesn’t even have to be music; it could just as easily be literature or fine art.
Then, on the other hand, you have those who approach music through a purely consumerist lens, treating it like a fleeting fashion trend. For them, listening is much like eating an ice cream cone; the satisfaction is momentary, transient, and they lack any real conviction or sense of what it might represent in their lives. They are, most likely, the typical listeners of mindless pop radio hits.
Now, I am not suggesting that such individuals are necessarily unintelligent or narrow-minded.
It is simply that music, in its true essence, holds no interest for them.