I can't begin to fully explain just how much music means to me. But I can tell you this much at the very least:
- If you break my mp3 player and do not die... you are either married to me, or too disabled to have realized what you were doing, and even then, you'd better run.
- If my iPod Nano's screen should crack - even if it still works like it's supposed to - I will be too depressed about the crack to listen to it.
- Some songs help me to express things that I couldn't really express otherwise.
- You can generally tell my mood by what I'm listening to, but in order to do so, you must know how I feel about the music I'm listening to.
- My musical preference is wide and varied. There isn't just one genre that is my favorite, but rather I have temporary favorites. I might listen to country non-stop for 3 months. Then switch to rock.
- I probably don't care much about your opinion regarding the music I listen to unless it is pertinent information, such as, "I heard this band gets their lyrics from a High Priest of Satan, so I don't listen to them." Because there is a "reason".
It is my hope and prayer that other music appreciators will take my musical memoirs as an opportunity to share their own feelings about songs with me. As always, I welcome your comments and thoughts on my writings. :D
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