It's the best constant to have, me thinks, because it is one so powerful, so strong, and so commanding. Audible beauty that stirs in the mind that stew of moods and emotions into something almost palpable. Deconstructing each one so as to float the purest form of it to the top. To saturate the soul if you're really listening. To bristle prickly the soft hairs on my arm. To bring the tingly bumps of plucked poultry to my skin. It's a wonderful thing this chorus of metered passions poured out in lovely words and well-timed twangs and drops and crescendos and hums and bum-bums.
I LUH DAT.
I love the memories it grabs and the hued filters it chooses to see them through. I love that it's my finger that presses play, most times anyway. In the car, on the bike. In the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the bathroom. Sometimes at work, but not always. Even then though, it's still music. It's a happy song. It's a sad song. It's a slow song. It's a fast song. It's the song so good your heart yearns for it by name and sings the lyrics true and whistles the melody through to the end. Oh, "Cotton and Velvet" (I'm in a Cotton Jones mood). It's the song I breathe when no one's listening. And still it's all just music to me. So commonplace. So ready and available. Mmm, music. My drug of choice. The highest on the totem pole.
