I'm here listening to Jack Johnson, bubble toes. This song makes me think of home, friends (diane mostly), peanut butter and jelly, a free-wheelin bike ride. Random, simple, and good things. Music sometimes makes me feel like a better person. Or at the very least it enhances my experience of the world at any given moment. That spark of recognition when familiar music flows is like the best comfort food, and new music is such an invigorating experience...be it good or bad. It can be anything from volatile to spiritual, to sweet, sensual, and subtle...the softest of background vibrations. Thinking is an unnecesary condiment in the act of music listening. And thinking is also an inevitable conclusion. If I could express myself in verse or limerick all the time, I probably would...or atleast in rhythms, hums, and silence. Instrumentation and voices may saturate the most distant of souls. Music melts away things making my mind scattered and chaotic. Soothing, calm, terrestrial. To dust we shall return...and all that will be left are notes and thoughts in the air, floating in santimonious chaos.
Ah, Rock n' roll by the Velvet Underground. This makes me think of phish...they covered this song at a show in Cleveland (and many other times). This particular time happened sometime in the late 90's. I know the exact date, but it seems inconsequential at this particular moment in time. We whooped and hollered then at the familiarity, with thousands of others. I whoop and hollar in my heart as it plays...I'm taken back there.
what will play next? I could go on like this all night, and for a lifetime. mmm. music: food for the mind, body, and soul. I thought of this often when I was young. Now, I mostly feel it.
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