I like to use my ears to listen to things, and occasionally my whole body. I learned that from one of my friends in high school who was deaf. There is something uncomfortable about trying to use another sense as a replacement…especially when few can understand what you’re doing and you have to put it in words, with all the whys, and hows, and whens…Maybe that’s when my whole perception about music got spoiled….maybe that’s why the only way I define unwind is by being completely out of whatever else happens, alone in the loud, listening to all the separate sounds. They do sound so different taken alone…
The ’90 had really good music. You had a little bit of everything to pick from, and a lot of great stuff in each kind. A lot of great names became known because they were really good at their music, or they were really original. Or they were really good looking and all of the above!
Music seems to be made for eyes now. Follow so-and-so on twitter to see who he hangs out with, what he drank and what his wife said when she left him. Oh, he is awesome! But did you see that sweater he was wearing? You can buy it at Target…I like the sound of that, too, but…where’s the music?! And who did you say this was? Never heard him sing, play , jam, or whatever it’s called these days… but that’s just me…
I needed my loud today, but, unfortunately, I never made to my safe cave today…I felt the roar coming and, though I tried as hard as I could, I could not stop the words from bursting through my lips. An avalanche of “a piece of my mind” covered everything and everyone… As the words were rolling away, I looked around and the audience was completely still, frozen with fear. You could see the shards of ice on their skin…The cold in the air was the only thing that stopped me. My great-grandma gave me many old continent bits of wisdom, but one popped in my head as the echo of my voice was bouncing off the walls…you can’t un-ring that bell. You can fix things, but parts will always be jaded from that blow. You’ll always see that dent, not because it’s obvious, but because you know you made it.
No loud today. I got a text halfway through the day “I didn’t hear your leaving today”…well, that’s because a part of me will never leave that spot, trying to un-ring that bell, stuck in a temporal rut, all in my head…half of me broke the code…my temper had the best of me… There is no going back. There is no going. There is just a long and heavy silence that broke the window to a really nice view…
But loud, as loud came, sounded like a whisper today. No wonder they did not hear me leave…it’ll be a miracle if they ever see me coming…
