all of a sudden, music became the very air of my existence.
i've never spoken about a personal hobby, even when people talk about the sports, the cooking, the photography, the literature and every other -ing or -y or -ure there is known to mankind. it dawned on me today though (and with an almost frustrated "finally") that, indeed, i am obsessed with music. i listen to these seemingly incoherent sounds and find sense in the orchestra of beats and bass and guitars. i drown in this interplay of elements. and the voice speaks... oh the voice that is enchanting, like a siren's song. but most of all, the poetry that comes with every created masterpiece has this much to say about the life we toil through every day. the poetry becomes my daily soundtrack.
i finally found out what really captures my attention: MUSIC. and many people out there are just like me. you'd wonder how the Ipod became such a hit, hence, we find commuters, for instance, boarding the LRT with some form of mp3 player to fiddle around with.
if there's anything that hasn't changed about me (only improved perhaps), it has to be my penchant for the great melodies.
all hail contemporary music.
311, a perfect circle, alicia keys, bamboo, ben harper, bush, coldplay, death cab for cutie, editors, elliott smith, embrace, esthero, frou frou, fuel, garbage, gavin de graw, guster, imago, incubus, jack johnson, jason mraz, jars of clay, jewel, john mayer, jose gonzales, lamb, martina topley-bird, matchbox 20, n.e.r.d., orange and lemons, paramita, pete yorn, powderfinger, richard ashcroft, rob thomas, smashing pumpkins, stonefree, sugarfree, switchfoot, the cardigans, the dandy warhols, the eraserheads, the verve, U2, up dharma down, vertical horizon
i've never spoken about a personal hobby, even when people talk about the sports, the cooking, the photography, the literature and every other -ing or -y or -ure there is known to mankind. it dawned on me today though (and with an almost frustrated "finally") that, indeed, i am obsessed with music. i listen to these seemingly incoherent sounds and find sense in the orchestra of beats and bass and guitars. i drown in this interplay of elements. and the voice speaks... oh the voice that is enchanting, like a siren's song. but most of all, the poetry that comes with every created masterpiece has this much to say about the life we toil through every day. the poetry becomes my daily soundtrack.
i finally found out what really captures my attention: MUSIC. and many people out there are just like me. you'd wonder how the Ipod became such a hit, hence, we find commuters, for instance, boarding the LRT with some form of mp3 player to fiddle around with.
if there's anything that hasn't changed about me (only improved perhaps), it has to be my penchant for the great melodies.
all hail contemporary music.
311, a perfect circle, alicia keys, bamboo, ben harper, bush, coldplay, death cab for cutie, editors, elliott smith, embrace, esthero, frou frou, fuel, garbage, gavin de graw, guster, imago, incubus, jack johnson, jason mraz, jars of clay, jewel, john mayer, jose gonzales, lamb, martina topley-bird, matchbox 20, n.e.r.d., orange and lemons, paramita, pete yorn, powderfinger, richard ashcroft, rob thomas, smashing pumpkins, stonefree, sugarfree, switchfoot, the cardigans, the dandy warhols, the eraserheads, the verve, U2, up dharma down, vertical horizon
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