Well maybe not, but certainly the days were you know that nothing is going to go your way. These are the days that keep your feet on the ground, remind you that you are human and tests your friends tolerances of you.
Music plays quite an integral part in my day-to-day life (like may other users of last.fm). It seems to melt away the time when I'm walking without company or when on the daily trip to college and gently takes me from the cruel surrounding reality to a melody infused world in which wild lyrics, rampant notes and carnivorous riffs run freely and there are no set rules which to abide.
At this point I would be quite understanding if you had abandoned reading this with the thought that the author is a nutter, most probably in some illicit substance educed trance, and off on a completely unstructured rant/confession. Well you would be partly right........I am in an off-the-cuff confession with sobriety as the co-writer. Well it is 1.37am so tiredness might play a part. Anyway I thank you for venturing this far to the end of the fourth paragraph.
Where my stoner-esque style description of musics involvement in my day is trying to portray is the important role music is to me as do I think it does to you [bearing in mind that you have an account on a music forum]. I hold music in high regard as it is a creative medium such is Art. Which is why the two go hand in hand. They both have the power to purposefully and deliberately evoke emotions; which emotions these are are all dependent on the person viewing or listening to the subject. This is what I love about creative media despite something being viewed by millions possibly billions, Da Vinci's Mona Lisa for example or Salvador Dali's Butterfly Boat make the viewer feel something. That something may be the exact feeling the creator wanted to conjure but more likely not at all because -here's another dimension that adds to the lustre- not only is it the person in general but more the mood the person is in that decides what is provoked.
This may seem rather mundane but I find the fact that you can study at a piece of art be it a painting, a sculpture, a good book or a music track at one point and feel minimal arousal [I can hear the titling as I write this] but the next time, when approached in a different frame of mid, can provoke anything from anger to mild epiphanies. Its as if Art is living thing and reveals its secrets to people when it pleases and can manipulate us by our most basic means, our emotions.
Got a bit hardcore there for a minute, don't know if I like that! So that's the role music plays to me and quite possible that same for you.
So back to my day, yes I have returned back to the original thought, didn't think that would happen did you? 'cause I didn't, It was one of those days that just need to be finished just as it begins nothing was going right; a couple too many alarm "snoozes", broken bracelet, missing money, no breakfast and to top it all off my earphones had went run-a-bout and as far as I knew as I left for my bus never to be seen again.
You won't miss what you have, Till it's finally lost[/align
Bring Me Horizon - Blacklist
This was pretty much the mood of the day, fair enough I don't only listen to music, I have to congregate and communicate with people at college and sometimes at work [NB: I work in a fashion shop so its inevitable that I speak to someone.* ] but I do really enjoy my time with my 120GB buddy none-the-less.
Seems the most relevant lyric for this scenario despite hardly listening to BMTH but anyhoo point still stands.
I was so used to my music being there that when it was gone it left quite the void that was rapidly filled with the real world and when you are in Dundee, Scotland that's not a good thing nor is it when you are sitting on a bus for an hour each way.
Anyway thats pretty much it just getting a load off of my chest. I prefer to write things down when I have an idea but can't seem to find my decent pen - its been one of those days- so the laptop will have to suffice. Thanks for reading all the way through it genuinely means a lot as I know that modern people hardly read any-more never mind internet rantings from an unknown source so thank you.
Feel free to comment and have a chat if you want.
I've noticed that after reading it over that it is a very unstructured rant/confession that ends rather abruptly for that I apologise.
I seem no have grown quite fond of the parenthesis keys on my keyboard but I don't think I'm going to change anything.
* Generally I am a sociable that can speak to anyone but that day I was not and I think it shows.