I wish I had a soundtrack for my life. I don't mean a few mixed Cd's or an ipod mix. I want my own theme music. I want music to follow me. I want it to play in the background from some unseen composer. Music is my therapy, it is my release, in a sense, it is my life. Life without it would be unbearable, period. I wake to music, work to music, come home to music, relax to music, and play it up until the moment I fall asleep. When my wheels start turning too quickly in my head I just turn the music up to find my balance. I identify parts of my life with music as if I've tagged certain moments with certain songs. When hearing them it always takes me back to that moment, like a snapshot in time.
Music awakens my soul as well as my imagination. Since MTV no longer plays music videos and I hardly watch TV, my imagination has crept out of darkness. TV fills the mind with so many images and sounds, it's beatdown is constant, suppressing any moment when the imagination can flourish. When listening to music I can construct vivid short films rolling from the projector that is my mind. Sometimes I'm the star of these images with my own eyes like the lens of the camera, recording each moment for what it is. No scripts, no make up, no cuts, just human drama, humors, and tragedy. Each moment catalogued with a verse or a song within my mind's own hard drive.
Sometimes I want to share these moments with people. I'm not quite sure they'd understand. For all I know they might do the same. I guess it's one of my secrets, one that I share with you now. My soul is sometimes captured in the keys from a piano, the wails from a lone saxophone, thuds from a kick drum, well timed like a crisp cymbals, eerily captivating like a violin, smooth as a strum of a guitar, and sometimes coarse like a soulful harmonica. Music is my life and in certain ways, my life is music. Let it play on...
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