link to the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fo4746XZgw8&feature=relmfu
Some people have lives; other people have music.
That’s one of my undying philosophies. And as much as no one can ever accuse me of being a pro at playing a musical instrument, I am a very dreamy and introspective appreciator of music. Always have been, always will be. I have an incredible amount of respect for musicians in this world. They are one of the few things on this planet that somehow give me hope and remind me that there is still something REAL in this humanity.
Moments like this, when I just sit back with a cup of tea listening to this performance, on a cold Friday night, with no agenda in my mind whatsoever; when I just close my eyes as I drift farther away with each word from the song; when I simply allow somebody’s art to just take over me for this moment–even just at this moment. THESE are the moments that speak to me. On a soul-level. THESE are the moments that tell me that all is well on the other side. Not the afterlife or anything, but the other side. The side where fiction, melody, beats, dreams, metaphors, nature, love and adventure live.
It’s the other side. It’s over here. And it’s very, very wonderful over here.