I love music. I mean, LOVE— no, LOVE it. really. This is going to sound a bit corny, but music is really my life; it’s always on my mind. It’s on when I’m on the computer. It’s on most of the time when I’m in the car. It’s on when I’m doing school work. It’s on when I’m happy, when I’m sad, when I’m bored, when I’m scared. And it’s on in my head in between all that stuff, whether it’s convenient or not. My mind’s like an iPod stuck on shuffle. There’s like 2000+ songs stuck in here, somewhere.
I have 350+ artists I like on facebook. It might be a bit much, maybe, but I really do like all of the artists there. I’ve always liked a lot of music; I’m not a one genre guy. My tastes range from pop to hip-hop to metal to jazz to soul to disco to electronic… Basically, I like any type of music that makes you want to do something or think about something in a different way.
I sometimes think about what it would be like if I were to suddenly lose the ability to hear music. It’s kinda a sad thing to think about. Not able to hear the songs & sounds that have inspired me & challenged me in so many ways. Yet, there are many things that can do what music can. I mean, there are books that had me wanting to scream, & poems & paintings that have me thinking about life & all. I don’t know. But I really don’t wanna find out, that’s for sure.
Anyway, that’s it, I think. :0)