|Music fills my mind...
||[Oct. 4th, 2000|06:27 pm]
|||||Matthew Sweet - "Thunderstorm"||]|
For almost a decade now, I've had these little bud headphones, on which I'd listen to music when I didn't want to disturb those I live with. Well, for about the past year, they were missing. Today, just when I was about to go out and buy a new pair, I happened to run across them. I'm now listening to some of the CD's I've gotten in the interim, enjoying all the little details you miss, even with really good speakers. I'd almost forgotten how blissful an experience this is. I can barely feel the headphones on me, and with these bud style phones, it sounds like the music is actually coming from inside of your head.
Few people understand how important music is to me. I don't have any talent for creating music myself, other than having a really nice singing voice, but listening to music at times is almost a religious experience for me. When I shut my eyes and start to sing along, I'm in another world, and it's painful to me when someone drags me out of that. If someone who knows me eventually reads this, and sees me "become one with the song," please wait until the song is over before bringing me back. I really feel sorry for those people who can't understand this, but it seems that more people are in the "don't understand" category. Hopefully, this explanation can bring more people over to understanding...
Don't worry. He doesn't do that when he's driving...