Make like a tree and get outta' here.
I wish my words would flow as easily onto paper (e-paper..whatever.) as they do when they're thoughts. No matter how much I keep a train of thought going in my head until I have a chance to write it down, when it comes time to do it, the words just..evaporate. Fly away. Gone.
Sometimes I like to just lie on my bed and listen to music. At those times, it doesn't matter what comes on; it all sounds beautiful. It all sounds...right. Every chord, every cymbal crash, every note and every lyric all just seem perfect for the moment. Sometimes I hope I can duplicate that experience in the rest of my life. Maybe that's why I carry music with me everywhere.
People who come over often complain about the lack of a pattern in the music that I listen to, because I run all of my music on shuffle 90% of the time, which leads to quite an eclectic playlist. I do that because it fits my environtment: ever-changing and sporadic, always unsure of whats going to occur next. And every once in awhile, the absolute perfect song comes on for the moment; the music and melody (or lack there of) fit the mood, the lyrics coencide well with conversation, and it all adds perfectly to the ambience.
That's what I really want, I think: perfected ambience. And I find it in pure chaos based on algorithms. My only solace ever seems to be in never knowing what's going to happen next. Not because I'm depressed and hope that, through chaos, things are going to become better, but because I hate having a perfect order to everything...having everything laid out, knowing exactly what to expect.
Maybe some day, my life will be a nonstop series of completely random moments. And maybe, just maybe...
Each song will add to ambience.
Sometimes I like to just lie on my bed and listen to music. At those times, it doesn't matter what comes on; it all sounds beautiful. It all sounds...right. Every chord, every cymbal crash, every note and every lyric all just seem perfect for the moment. Sometimes I hope I can duplicate that experience in the rest of my life. Maybe that's why I carry music with me everywhere.
People who come over often complain about the lack of a pattern in the music that I listen to, because I run all of my music on shuffle 90% of the time, which leads to quite an eclectic playlist. I do that because it fits my environtment: ever-changing and sporadic, always unsure of whats going to occur next. And every once in awhile, the absolute perfect song comes on for the moment; the music and melody (or lack there of) fit the mood, the lyrics coencide well with conversation, and it all adds perfectly to the ambience.
That's what I really want, I think: perfected ambience. And I find it in pure chaos based on algorithms. My only solace ever seems to be in never knowing what's going to happen next. Not because I'm depressed and hope that, through chaos, things are going to become better, but because I hate having a perfect order to everything...having everything laid out, knowing exactly what to expect.
Maybe some day, my life will be a nonstop series of completely random moments. And maybe, just maybe...
Each song will add to ambience.
posted by Uncle Funky Pants at 2:55 AM
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