Thinking About Music

Have you ever remembered how much you enjoy something even though you’ve never really forgot? It happens a lot to me with music. I don’t listen to music all the time, hardly ever play it in the car, at my desk, on the elliptical, but every time I put on a pair of earbuds and find an album or song that speaks to me in that moment, that fits exactly what I’m feeling, what I’m doing, what I’m dreaming of, I can’t stop listening. I will replay a song as much as I want to, dance around the room as much as I want to, play invisible instruments as much as I want to, sit with my eyes closed for as long as I can. Music is beautiful and ugly and light and heavy and happy and sad and colorful and dull and loud and quiet and smooth and squeaky and hot and cold and circular and square and so many other things. I love music. I hope to find many more artists, and albums, and songs to listen to and write about. Someday, I’d like to try making my own, that is something I would really like to do.