sometimes i listen to my music so loud i can't hear my heartbeat. i turn up my bass and feel the music, literally pumping through my whole being. and i love it. i love how music takes up and encompasses any other thought. i love how you can express things with words, without words, words that rhyme and words that haven't a thing to do with each other. i love how music is bold and music is gentle. i love how in music you can combine anything together or keep things apart. i love how you can sing in your bathroom and sound like pink or play the piano as if you could be jon schmidt. there's always something new too. and so many artists of different genres that you can never hope to listen to them all. i mean seriously, my iTunes library has 15 days worth of music on it i think? let me check....oops 17 actually.
the point of this is i really do love music. and maybe i don't know all the theory of it, but you don't have to be smart to know what you're talking about. sometimes people who spend their whole life studying it have no clue what they're doing, and i'm not saying i know everything. but maybe, just maybe...there's something that rings true for just me about it.
i mean seriously, who doesn't want to be special.
the point of this is i really do love music. and maybe i don't know all the theory of it, but you don't have to be smart to know what you're talking about. sometimes people who spend their whole life studying it have no clue what they're doing, and i'm not saying i know everything. but maybe, just maybe...there's something that rings true for just me about it.
i mean seriously, who doesn't want to be special.
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