Hello Digital World,
Today, I blog for music. It has such a magical way of transforming me. As I listen to my most favored melancholia-flavored piano tinkling and guitar plucking, I realize my mind begins to melt and not in the Dali soft clocks kind of way (or maybe it is). My Walls, Shelters, and Dividers begin to crumble, oh so slightly, like melting icicles on the trees and cars and buildings that I see from this ant sized window.
It is only when I hear these tunes that my pensive pen begins in her fervor, and excitedly I write! I scribble and scribe like a fornicating rabbit. Odd, I think, that my pen won't budge until I have utter silence broken by the woeful wailing of some acoustic storyteller. I've often been frightened to listen to music while I write for fear I would take on the artists voice; now I realize, that's just not the case. As Tori says, "sometimes I hear my voice, and it's been here, silent all these years". No more paper cups for me. These musical choices...they are a muse of mine, I suppose.
This discovery explains to me, in part, why it has been a challenge to listen to new artists as of late. I sit and listen, but can not absorb what it is, or why I'm listening to it. This confusion is agitating, aggravating, and angering. What a delight I have discovered in these undone mysteries! I find it fascinating, though, my brain and the secrets she hides away from you and from me. I hope over the course of the next 28 days to find out more about my voice and my vices.
Today I blog for music, and I thank her for showing me something new about myself.
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Music is definitely inspiration, it also brings back memories long forgotten.
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