Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Music is my aeroplane
It's not blood but music which courses through my veins.
I don't lay claim to the largest repository of music that many of my friends may have, but I sure make the list, somewhere...
As far back as I can tax my brain, I've always felt a strange affinity for English music. Add to it my love for the English language and what have you- a fanatic who feels at home in the cobbled streets of Oxford.
Music has the power to teleport you to the most amazing place- your dreams. With music, each note is a different place. Music also has the power to be your solitary companion when you feel life just can't get any worse.
There's a song in my heart, and it's there for all occasions.
I loved the feel of the huge Wembley concert hall, so at one with the thousands surrounding me, yet alone in my private symphony.
True: music is my passport to myself, my alternate life that is the perfect one, which exists somewhere in ether.
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