I always feel a bit guilty about being such a board-lurker on this forum, especially since it has been so enormously helpful to me, but it's always hard for me to feel like I have anything of value to contribute. With this topic, however, I feel compelled to chime in. I noticed the article mentioning this study on the Sott page, and had quite a few mixed emotions about it; primarily, because the condition that the researchers describe sounds a lot like me. Also, because my lack of emotional response to music is something that I have been doing my best to avoid ever thinking about!
Until recently I'd assumed that my "music problem" was a harmless quirk that I could safely ignore. I just don't listen to music. I don't miss it when it's not there. I can't remember the last time I bought an album, or felt curious about a new music artist. I feel like I am happily unencumbered, being free from all that time and energy that people spend on music! If I'm really honest with myself, however, I have to admit that beneath all my reasoning there is something like a void of longing and embarrassment.
I was not always like this. I am actually really talented at music. I started playing the piano when I was 4. I went on to study classical piano all the way through high school, and after that taught myself to play the guitar. Technically, music makes a great deal of sense to me. I have perfect pitch. I can listen to a song on the radio and easily figure out how to play it in my head. When I was younger, I collected hundreds of albums. I was always listening to music. Over time, though, it all started to sound "flat." I pretended that nothing had changed for a while, but eventually I just gave up, and stopped listening to music entirely. Music simply didn't provide me with anything I wanted or needed.
Around the same period of time that my enjoyment of music went away (during my mid-20s) my enjoyment of everything else went away too, and I entered a long stretch of chronic depression and then, chronic alchoholism. Anhedonia was a big part of depression, and I felt like I was limited to just a handful of emotions: sadness, frustration, and dread. Anything else was just "numbness." While I was drinking, however, I could actually "feel" things, and I found that if I could get really rip-roaring drunk, I could actually experience enormous amounts of emotion while listening to music. But all this emotion would disappear when I woke up the next morning, and I would go back to my numb life of silence. Fifteen years later, I am slowly putting my life together, sober, and I've found that being happy and finding enjoyment in life requires honesty and effort. I am finally able to experience something like happiness and peace again, but for whatever reason, my reaction towards music is still "flat."
I'm not sure I have the same "music-specific anhedonia" that the researchers propose. I really don't know if this is something that can be fixed, or if I may have killed off the pertinent brain cells I require for "music appreciation," or if I should just be patient and hope for a love for music to appear. At this point, the pursuit of spiritual growth has become the most central part of my life. Doing The Work, painful as it can be sometimes, has finally made my life rewarding, and the best of those rewards have been the ability to feel the whole range of emotions that I was so afraid of before. I watch movies that affect me emotionally over and over, and the best part is that I can cry at the end! But, with music, I get nothing; it's still just orderly noise. So reading the comments in this thread proposing that people with no emotional response to music must be mechanical, or Organic Portals, or psychopaths was pretty troubling for me! My lack of pleasure listening to music continues to be a huge puzzle for me, but at the same time, my growing happiness at re-connecting with my own soul has given me so much to be thankful for.
Until recently I'd assumed that my "music problem" was a harmless quirk that I could safely ignore. I just don't listen to music. I don't miss it when it's not there. I can't remember the last time I bought an album, or felt curious about a new music artist. I feel like I am happily unencumbered, being free from all that time and energy that people spend on music! If I'm really honest with myself, however, I have to admit that beneath all my reasoning there is something like a void of longing and embarrassment.
I was not always like this. I am actually really talented at music. I started playing the piano when I was 4. I went on to study classical piano all the way through high school, and after that taught myself to play the guitar. Technically, music makes a great deal of sense to me. I have perfect pitch. I can listen to a song on the radio and easily figure out how to play it in my head. When I was younger, I collected hundreds of albums. I was always listening to music. Over time, though, it all started to sound "flat." I pretended that nothing had changed for a while, but eventually I just gave up, and stopped listening to music entirely. Music simply didn't provide me with anything I wanted or needed.
Around the same period of time that my enjoyment of music went away (during my mid-20s) my enjoyment of everything else went away too, and I entered a long stretch of chronic depression and then, chronic alchoholism. Anhedonia was a big part of depression, and I felt like I was limited to just a handful of emotions: sadness, frustration, and dread. Anything else was just "numbness." While I was drinking, however, I could actually "feel" things, and I found that if I could get really rip-roaring drunk, I could actually experience enormous amounts of emotion while listening to music. But all this emotion would disappear when I woke up the next morning, and I would go back to my numb life of silence. Fifteen years later, I am slowly putting my life together, sober, and I've found that being happy and finding enjoyment in life requires honesty and effort. I am finally able to experience something like happiness and peace again, but for whatever reason, my reaction towards music is still "flat."
I'm not sure I have the same "music-specific anhedonia" that the researchers propose. I really don't know if this is something that can be fixed, or if I may have killed off the pertinent brain cells I require for "music appreciation," or if I should just be patient and hope for a love for music to appear. At this point, the pursuit of spiritual growth has become the most central part of my life. Doing The Work, painful as it can be sometimes, has finally made my life rewarding, and the best of those rewards have been the ability to feel the whole range of emotions that I was so afraid of before. I watch movies that affect me emotionally over and over, and the best part is that I can cry at the end! But, with music, I get nothing; it's still just orderly noise. So reading the comments in this thread proposing that people with no emotional response to music must be mechanical, or Organic Portals, or psychopaths was pretty troubling for me! My lack of pleasure listening to music continues to be a huge puzzle for me, but at the same time, my growing happiness at re-connecting with my own soul has given me so much to be thankful for.