the joy of noise and stuff.

I just reallized for the first time yesterday. I was Sunday-driving in the fleeting warmth of early fall, and it hit me that all of the joy that I was feeling was coming from the music.I know that you've probably had this experience a million times before..but I guess I've always felt any kind of music as either a fitting soundtrack for whatever I was experiencing, or a structural thing to admire (or criticize) based on its technical merits.I'm a junkie for the this-has-never-happened-to-me-before thing, so I know it when I see it. I enjoy music immensely. outside of clinical survival needs and loved ones, it has always been the most important thing in my life. but this was something new. I felt, for 7 minutes or so, like life was a blank page, and the music was the substance that was written on it.