Wednesday, 13 November 2013

MUSE.

Its an exquisite kind of pain listening to music for the sole purpose of indulging in your sadness, reminding you to go forward or simply to reflect. 

In my happiness I'm able to see the value of every record which encouraged me to explore the alcoves of my vulnerability. In the peripheries these songs lingered making me keep slowly treading forward.  

Sometimes I retrieve a track from way back when which bring wry smiles, sometimes I find songs out again which would raise a speculative eyebrow but all of them are of equal importance. I don't listen to impress I listen because something about that song grabs me and forces me to ponder for a while (or dance like a Nigerian earth momma)! 

I have a voracious appetite for music whether its a best selling song from the charts or a small folk band playing in a local pub. They all have their place and I love them dearly for it. 

Today the sun is weak but shining and I feel a renewed sense of vigor for my day. I'm single but I surf and that is a pretty good place to be in if you ask me. 














































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