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Once again. I take a short break from my efforts this evening to share a moment.
I was feeling rather amiss and anxious last evening, because I tend to fixate. And overanalyse little things. It was driving me down all night. I couldn't be sure why sinus pressure was killing my head and I just felt so awful in the company of such a good friend. I wasn't sure whether I wanted a drink because of my environment causing anxiety, or that my anxiety was instugated by the sobriety. Still not sure as I sit here.
Just then, a song came on the radio. It was tuned into the classical station as I smoked another stress relieving cigarette in my friend's garage, so I'm not sure who it was. I felt at peace, though the part it started in was sad sounding. I immediately decided that it was Gerschwin because it sounds like a modern classical composition, influenced by Mozart in its boldness. The gentle caress and then bombast of the piano keys hooked me into an epiphiany I have since forgot. IT just felt so much like life, happiness and sorrow coexisting in their beautiful harmony. Harmony. Interspersed with the cross-signal of the country station hesitant to enter the song. Static sings under the symphony of life worth living in all its emotions.
"The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
...
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain"
Just Listen to the sounds of "Life In a Glass House". Close enough I think.
I was feeling rather amiss and anxious last evening, because I tend to fixate. And overanalyse little things. It was driving me down all night. I couldn't be sure why sinus pressure was killing my head and I just felt so awful in the company of such a good friend. I wasn't sure whether I wanted a drink because of my environment causing anxiety, or that my anxiety was instugated by the sobriety. Still not sure as I sit here.
Just then, a song came on the radio. It was tuned into the classical station as I smoked another stress relieving cigarette in my friend's garage, so I'm not sure who it was. I felt at peace, though the part it started in was sad sounding. I immediately decided that it was Gerschwin because it sounds like a modern classical composition, influenced by Mozart in its boldness. The gentle caress and then bombast of the piano keys hooked me into an epiphiany I have since forgot. IT just felt so much like life, happiness and sorrow coexisting in their beautiful harmony. Harmony. Interspersed with the cross-signal of the country station hesitant to enter the song. Static sings under the symphony of life worth living in all its emotions.
"The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
...
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain"
Just Listen to the sounds of "Life In a Glass House". Close enough I think.