Do re me fa..

Music. What an extraordinary thing. I'm listening to some lady singing in Italian right now (Elisa - Eppure Sentire, youtube it. ). I have no Idea what she is saying, but it sure does make me "feel". I've always been very picky about my music. Softened up over the last few years. I still enjoy my thrash metal, going on a long drive, windows down, slight headbanging, air drumming. I don't know of many other stress busters than doing just that.

But in moments like this, when loneliness grabs you, squeezes you tight and then gives you a sweet little kiss on the lips, a song like this Italian ladies really hits hard. I've gone from being nervous about tornadoes going through the room I sleep in now, to being in a surreal daze. With every emotional thought I can conjure up; old lovers, new crushes, mom and so on and so forth. But yet, I feel incredibly alive. This song has done to me tonight, what lynyrd skynyrds' Simple Man did to me about a year ago. Pumped new life in to me and I don't even know what she's saying. This is why I love music. I'll always regret if I don't make any. I don't hope to be the next big star. I just hope that someone out there, in this world, will listen to what I play and feel what I feel now. A sense of being alive.

In moments like these, I actually feel immortal. Times slowing down, I no longer care of anything else other than this moment lasting longer. It wont, sadly. I will repeat this song till its effect on me is nullified. But I'll have this moment, like a mistress who you can't hold on to because that pesky wife called life will take half your money if you leave her.

Music, bloody hell.