Ivan P. (LSE) - On Music and Meaning

Happiness is when I’m singing my favorite song with a guitar, and I’m doing it well, hitting every note and every chord. Walking down the street and hearing a favorite song is also a feeling of bliss—those melodies that give you goosebumps. You walk along and think: "What is this gray city anyway? What do they even know about music?!"

Music must have the right meaning. I like songs if the words make sense to me and if they align with my perception of the world, my worldview, and my "inner feel." The lyrics don't have to be in Russian, but I must be able to understand them.

Sometimes I don’t understand the meaning, but the melody is so awesome that I love it anyway. But if I suddenly find out (through a translation) that the singer is singing some total garbage—it’s not for me. The meaning of the song is paramount.