I was looking through Meesheo's blogspot because I feel as if I have been paying attention to her Tumblr a lot more now. I went as far back as November and I came across this again. I remember reading it the first time, I thought she was dead on. As I read, I found myself nodding and smiling, just as I had the very first time I read it. She put her words so well together about music and I was able to empathize entirely. This is fantastic.
Music for the Sea
Music for the Sea
I've missed the ability to listen to music for my own enjoyment. I mean REAL enjoyment; the kind of enjoyment where I couldn't go to sleep because I was so lost in the moment while curled up in bed under my blanket with my computer playing tunes through a headphone, the enjoyment of just being able to cry from a song, not from it's abilities to bring back memories, but because of how well the song was composed/produced. I mean, of course I love any kinds of music, I love the artists that are currently on my iTunes and Youtube playlists, I love the music that my friends make, I love the music of the artists I meet and I love making music--but it just hasn't been the same--until tonight! I came home at the same time as I would any other Saturday night of work and just went straight to searching for new artists to listen to; nothing too different from what I usually do, but this time it was out of desperation
I needed something to fill in a forest that felt like was covered in quick sand. Of course, my search for new artists felt forced and I went back to just staring at my computer screen for a bit. On second thought, I got back up to check up on my former musical loves consisting of dark hip-hop electronic beats--still, nothing too out of the ordinary, but the experience was different while listening to something new but familiar. Again, I found myself curled up under my blanket with my jaw and eyes wide open, lost and thinking about absolutely nothing. So there it was, the feeling that I would hear about and scoff at--the feeling of being completely bound to my own mind, the one time I didn't feel as though as I'd have to bounce inbetween several different thoughts just to catch up with my place in society. Music is not my drug, it's my rope; it's the anchor that keeps my ship from being carried away by the waves of the vast seas.
Source: Music for the Sea
