When was the last time you shut off the TV and just turned on some music at home? For me, it had been quite a while until recently… but it occurred to me how the house feels different with just music playing. I put on what I think is some very hip stuff (all fairly recent iTunes downloads), electronica/downbeat (so cool for someone my age) and went about my busy-ness. I’m finding how much I love the acoustics of my new place with so much hard wood flooring. It sounds like a cool coffee house in here.
When I get in moods like this, music becomes the soundtrack in my own little life-movie… like I’m directing this weird independent film about my mundane life. The camera moves are brilliant, the editing is amazing… the dialog is a little weak, but then again, I’m the only one cast in this biopic.
I feel like I think deeper immersed in my soundtrack … more multi-syllable words in longer, very fluent sentences come to mind. All of a sudden, I’m feeling the compulsion to write, so I’m either inspired or just very bored… or maybe so much music does make me smarter.
All of these synapses flying at this hour without the aid of coffee is starting to scare me. Maybe I’ll just turn the TV on…