Well, today really isn’t starting out the bestest of days, but I can handle it. I’ll just show my muscles and sharp little teeth, and anyone who wants to get to me will turn tail and run like a whipped puppy! Oh yes, Ladies and Gentlemen!
See, this is what music like this does to me. It’s why I normally stick to more subued genres…
I guess maybe I should feel special that I’m so easily infuenced by music…or maybe, everybody is but nobody really talks about it. There’s this one song, Montaña by the Gipsy Kings, that reminds me of this one afternoon last June so strongly that I couldn’t listen to it for a long time. The memory wasn’t bad, it was just so vivid that it bothered me. A lot of things bother me.
The song Walking on Air by King Crimson is the same way. I love that song to pieces, but I can’t listen to it that often; the chord progression in the chorus gives me chills, and I always feel really strange after that…the same feeling you get when the sun is suddenly covered by clouds.
As always, I’m dreading my oboe lessons…why? I have no clue. I always dread them and then it doesn’t go badly at all, and I’m fine until the monday before and I’m scared again.
That makes me think of dreadlocks…
Here, a little treat. Don’t be too mean.