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Home tomorrow. I make a little voyage, which always makes me feel a little bit romantic, and then a nice drive home during which I listen to music that I love.
I used to think of music as something that was real. Real in that it meant something, like a song for someone. Not me, not ever me. But for someone else. Which is ok. But the fact that someone penned the words, and came up with the tune...for someone to hear...seemed a bit like magic.
Over the past year, I seem to have lost that feeling. And I miss it. I miss feeling passion for music because it felt like the glue that held me together. Sad. Definitely.
But I still listen.
Just in case it comes back.
Saturday, October 13, 2007 8:52:00 AM
It is magic, Gish, and its return for you is our hope, as well. top