Music: I like it a bunch.
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I know we all know this, and this is why we are here, but sometimes I can't help but marvel at how lucky I feel just to have music in my life. Snapshot of last night. Its a funny thing, to be sitting in my home, doing some late night work near the end of a long week, a little sad and a lot tired, and be so strongly affected by people singing "hey-la" or just going "ahh." But the beauty of it, even though it seems to be the least substantial of things, sweet pop, almost silly in comparison with so much of the heavier, more meaningful music or art or things or moments created in my life and the history of the universe, affects me so strongly that I find myself pulled away from my work and staring, literally with jaw hanging, at a plain desktop computer interface, the source of this aching, wonderful sad feeling that has completely overtaken me. I have already heard this album before, and I really like it, but I could not have expected this, so wounding and refreshing, and enveloping. It's almost frightening, like something is telling me to climb the ladder of this sound, to come to where it feels like this, even though I'm feelingl it now. Part of me somewhere senses an invitation to break, to shed more of the stress I have been carrying, but I politely decline, as I have more work to do. In the morning, I make sure the CD is in the stereo for my wife to listen to today. She's tired, too, and what can you do with something like this but share it?
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