I’ve always loved music and lived music. It’s a part of me… No, wait – it’s the whole of me. I almost feel like I am music. I make it, think it, feel it, dream it, breathe it. I find myself subconsciously tapping my fingers to a beat inside my head, or zoning out when someone is talking while I sing a song in my head or come up with a potential lyric.
I don’t think I’ve gone a day without doing something music-related – listening to music, playing an instrument or singing. I can’t quite remember where I read this or who said it but there’s a quote that I firmly believe in that says: “Never give up on something you can’t go a day without thinking about”. And whether that ‘something’ is a person, a place, or a job – in my case, it’s music.
I’m pretty useless at voicing my thoughts and emotions and this is when I find music most useful. How else do I express what I’m feeling? Even an instrumental piece can convey ample emotion and meaning, telling an intricate story.
It’s like I have a multitude of little worlds – each song, album or artist takes me to a different place and I use each for different purposes – some just for a good time; others for cathartic reasons.
I’m sure I’m not the only one, but I still feel like no-one really understands how much music means to me and how much I love, no, need music. This is why I am music.