Another night, just another night and the goddamn radio or mp3 player or streaming audio or whatever the device du jour, it is possessed by demons. Sonsabitches get inside the head and play whatever they want to play, DJ's from the hell, for sure.
Because every song you hear is a song that drives another needle into the heart, and you curse the bastards and tell them not to stop. Think to throw the diabolical device out the window, and you know you won't be able to. Because then you won't be able to hear every song as a love song, a heartbreak song, a love gone wrong song, another blow to the heart song...a love gone away song.
When did this happen? How did it happen? Even the goddamn shuffle is the enemy, because no matter what comes up, it brings memories with it. Some good, some bad, many just too much to bear for one reason or another, and some days it seems overwhelming. Elevator music for 100 floors of melancholy. Too planned. As if directed by intelligence, or malice. Thousands of songs, days worth of music...and the ones that get played are the ones that play you.
So, for it...the only thing to do, as you often do, is hit 'Skip'...
...or find a quiet spot where no one can see, and listen to the memories...and learn to embrace them all.
20 November 2010
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I couldn't listen to music for a good 6 months or more. Left me in complete shambles every time.
ReplyDeleteSkipping is good, until you can listen to those songs again.
ReplyDeletethis is interesting...I'd been thinking lately that sometimes my ipod seems possessed; as it seems to shuffle through songs that suit my mood at that time. So, I was going to post about it, but then thought I sounded way whacky.
ReplyDeleteMusic is for happy times. Sad times are ones when I prefer silence.
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