Music. It's inside all of us. The title of this post is laser etched into the back of my brother's ipod.
It never rang so true until right now.
I am sitting on a rock in an empty parking lot near my home. The wind is biting the edges of my ears. I decided after a long day at work that a walk with my pup is just what we both needed.
I can feel spring in the air. Its crisp and has the undertones of warmth from a distant tropical land.
I put on some tunes on my blackberry and buried a pair of ear buds in my ears. Pandora started to pump out tune after tune. I started on the Paramore station I started. I am feeling a bit drained and the music Pandora gave me fit my mood. Mellow with an energy that was nervous, and yet draining.
I talked with the wife for a short time and after that I put on The Sleeping Station I started. One song after another. They all fit my mood exactly.
Now I sit down on a rock to punch out this blog as Fall Out Boy's cover of the hit single Beat It blasts in my ears. I am ready to tackle the rest of my evening. My dog is pretty confused. I just stopped and I type. It is something he will never understand. One thing, he can't see color, and two, he doesn't have opposable digits.
Evolution rocks!
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2 comments:
Are you having a quarter life crisis or something? Oh and speaking of music, got any kanye on there??
I used to work with a cocktail waitress (when I bartended) that would say...."can't you hear it?" and I would say"hear what?".... ..."the music"... me"what music"...her"the music in my head dead serious (and she meant it).
The point is that I do believe we all have an internal sound track - just don't expect others to hear it :)
Man, this is what happens when anesthesia is still coursing through your veins.
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