Life's A Bitch

Seriously, it really is. Fucking chooth.

Music.

It's been a funny vacation in most parts. In many ways it's been very humbling, but mostly it was quite full of awesomeness. Partly because of the sheer amount of awesome music I've been listening to. It reminded me of why I'm doing what I'm doing. Music. Powerful, visual, visceral, moody, dreamy, depressing - I can imagine almost any human emotion being expressed by a few notes and some percussion in ways so much more powerful than what our eyes can see. The enduring scent of a woman passing by. That feeling, when you look up at the sky, see all those stars, and just feel small. The sound of an ocean drifting by while you're sitting in a hill far away from any sizable water bodies. Euphoria. Loneliness. Empathy. Anger. Love. A storm of emotions and thoughts being expressed through sounds. Brilliant.

A friend of mine had said a long while back - there is music within every pore of the universe. I tend to agree. The world is just waiting to break into a song, dance a jig, headbang like a bitch, sway in someone's arms, jump like a monkey, moonwalk across your mind. It's all there, you just need to look a little closer.