For as long as I can remember, I have always had a very strong love/hate relationship with music. There were times, growing up, that the only way my folks knew I was home, was when they heard music coming from my bedroom. I would lock myself away for hours on end, doing nothing, but listening to music. It does have a hold on me, still to this day, and I don't think that I understand why.
Most of the time, what I gather from a song, is not at all the intention of the person writing it. Take the song Beth, by Kiss for instance, a powerful ballad about a musician on the road, and a loved one longing for his return. Hearing that song growing up, made me cry and it was sort of a let down, to learn, there never really was a Beth, it was just a song.
Recently, I had the privilege, to take in some live music with a friend. During the set intermission, the modern jukebox began to play Creep, by Radiohead, and I instantly got a lump in my throat. I turned to my friend, and admitted the song chocked me up, as there have been many times, when I was that person, sitting in front of someone wishing I was special enough to be noticed.
Wearing this black hat, really doesn't make my draw to music any different. I have to admit tho, I have found very few Pagan Artists tolerable. Instead, during candle magick or times when I need to get grounded, I usually put on nature sounds. At least, I know for sure that nature is real, and I am not attracted to a song about a sandwich.