You have to fight to stay in control of this situation...
Sometimes, it's a strange little quirk I suppose...but sometimes I feel unable to communicate. When I feel pissed off, lost, sad, confused, blah blah...angsty something or another...I rather just keep tight lipped about it, stew and think while I blast the musicka. Music has a strange sway over me and my world...I don't think this life would be worth living for me with out music, music that I love. I was listening to the Harvey Danger album I was referring to in that past post...and I can't believe I missed it before...Little Round Mirrors is unbelievably close to home. I draw connections with the music, is that as real as I convince myself it is? Am I hiding in this false little world with me and the music....closing out the possibility of being closer to the people I love and launching myself in this world because the passionate productions understand me and my situation so much better then anyone around me could....?
No, I don't think that's it. I really feel that the connection to the music is one of the purest forms of love, unadulterated by the swaying affections or confusion of others. It's a dependable pure love of something that you can never lose that can never lose you. Why does music matter so much, to any of us? To the point that we can't take any extended period of time without it...a day without the sound, it's not something I can consider.
This post has no real point. Nothing revolutionary, no Eurekas! nope...nothing like that. I guess it all boils down to that music is there for me, when I feel like nothing else or no one else is or can be. It has medicinal effects, it nurses my heart and my head when I need it when I want it...it's always there. Though a collection of another's thoughts and creation, it feels real for me when I turn up the volume and drown out all the nothing that comes pouring in on all sides.
Just me and the music. :)
"Before you speak think about what you're trying to say...
Who else is there to blame for miscommunication?
You're getting caught up in the excitement.
You're making promises you can’t keep.
You need to leave all your options open."
No, I don't think that's it. I really feel that the connection to the music is one of the purest forms of love, unadulterated by the swaying affections or confusion of others. It's a dependable pure love of something that you can never lose that can never lose you. Why does music matter so much, to any of us? To the point that we can't take any extended period of time without it...a day without the sound, it's not something I can consider.
This post has no real point. Nothing revolutionary, no Eurekas! nope...nothing like that. I guess it all boils down to that music is there for me, when I feel like nothing else or no one else is or can be. It has medicinal effects, it nurses my heart and my head when I need it when I want it...it's always there. Though a collection of another's thoughts and creation, it feels real for me when I turn up the volume and drown out all the nothing that comes pouring in on all sides.
Just me and the music. :)
"Before you speak think about what you're trying to say...
Who else is there to blame for miscommunication?
You're getting caught up in the excitement.
You're making promises you can’t keep.
You need to leave all your options open."