Current column here, older ones in archive
|
Music is amazing... I always considered music as a refuge from reality. It's amazing, it sounds crazy, but it is. And I know I'm not the only one to think this way. Every type of music has its charm. Almost. I find myself in so many it's too hard to say all their names. Basically because it depends on my mood. But that's a way different story. Some dedicate their life to music, some write its history, some live because of it. I know it sounds weird, but they do... amazing what a few hours spend in a studio making a song might do. Nirvana's "heart-shaped-box" was recorded in less than an hour and look what it's become. Some change lives and don't know it. Others think they do, but in fact...don't. But it doesn't matter: it's music. Where would we be without it? How could we know someone else feels the same way as us? How would we be able to have a shoulder to cry on when we're alone? Now, I find it weird some consider music...just for fun. I mean dancing and such. I find it impossible to say you LIVE without living your music. It's sad really. Or perhaps these are the so-called happy people. That enjoy life. Which have fun. That do something... neah... they're as worthless and pitiful as you and me. They just deny it. When they WILL realize, it will be too late. So who's the freak now? The one that stays in her dark corner listening to music or the one that used to dance but now can't find friends in corners but can't return to the ring? I think the ones with their own corner are better. Perhaps because I'm one of them. Perhaps because I never was. Who know, really? |
