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...все еще упарываемся. я снова нашел тот сайт, где все-все про музыку к ВК.
Там много замечательного, но вот - вот это мне очень близко (про музыку вообще и саундтреки к ВК и Толкина в частности), и очень сказано хорошо.

Also, over the last few years, I've been in conversation with, or received emails from many people regarding the soundtrack. Some had a question. Some corrected a mistake. Some offered an observation or bit of information. But a pattern of a different sort started to emerge. These were the comments and emails from people who just wanted to be heard. They loved the music with a depth and passion they found hard to rationally understand or explain. Often, they talked of friends or family that thought they were a little nuts and they were grateful to know there were others besides themselves that felt the same passion. But for any lack of rational understanding, I think many felt there was something that just felt intuitively 'right' about the music. It was this dual sense of feeling a completely whole connection to the music while not being able to articulate in a rational sense that really stood out. It's the same sort of feeling I get about the books sometimes, and I think it's a feeling Tolkien tried to describe when he wrote this:

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The others cast themselves down upon the fragrant grass, but Frodo stood awhile still lost in wonder. It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made for them names new and wonderful. In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lórien there was no stain.

He turned and saw that Sam was now standing beside him, looking round with a puzzled expression, and rubbing his eyes as if he was not sure that he was awake. `It's sunlight and bright day, right enough,' he said. `I thought that Elves were all for moon and stars: but this is more Elvish than anything I ever heard tell of. I feel as if I was inside a song. if you take my meaning.'

(с) A Magpie's Nest

да, и да.