TBH
To be honest I miss having someone there that would listen to my dumbass rants. I have had so much built up emotion inside of me lately. Music writing used to be my respite....my seperate peace. As of late though, I’ve been so busy with school, and family, and anxiety, that I haven’t written a single melody or lyric down. I go months without building up callous on my finger tips from the steel strings of my guitar. I haven’t even put on a set of headphones to REALLY listen to music. Sure, I have my headset and a playlist I listen to on the daily. But to me, music has alway been more than that. I miss having someone there who would always be down to lay down on the floor and listen to a record front to back.
I used to feel like the record player needle running over every groove of the warm wax of your favorite vinyl record. But lately I’m the over compressed mp3., illegally downloaded and played through a worn out aux cord, repetitive chorus, that keeps cutting out during rush hour on the way home from the 9-5 grind. Anyways, I’m pretty intoxicated at the moment and I might delete this tomorrow....
