11th
Music and Life…
Do you ever feel like music is somehow orgasmic?
Or sometimes, music is just so incredibly true to life and helps to calm me, quell my fears, and serve as an indicator that my feelings are human. So many before me have felt things, and so many after me will feel similar things and everyone’s thoughts are absolutely, positively valid. Sometimes I fear that I feel too much or that I am supersensitive, but then I remember that this is something that I should own. I should absolutely embrace it, embody it, apply it to my own music and writing because I can. In turn, it is my sincerest hope that my creations effect others the same way so many artists before me have effected me.
But, back to music being orgasmic—-sometimes the actual music itself, the sound, the compilation, the simplicity, the texture of the voices physically gives me the shivers, the sweats, and is a kind of journey for my body and mind. I truly can lose myself in what it is that I am listening to…
…usually this is late at night, when I am already somewhat delirious, easily wowed by what is around me, and stopping to sigh after a long day.
Music can rev me up on a Saturday night, remind me of some special occasion from my past, or serve as background as I study…
—but my favorite music is the type that helps me to relax. The type that is a sort of narcotic or sedative for my nerves. It’s almost like a drug…
—Is my need for music an addiction? Perhaps…
I have even mentioned to friends that silent periods scare me. I find them awkward, uncomfortable, and dead.
As I sit writing, and listening to my “Chillax” list, I can’t help but smile and wish that my life had its own soundtrack…
