ohhh-oh/ where do we go from here?

mm too much. Been buying and borrowing too much from hmv for the past couple of weeks. I count 8 albums to mix into my mp3 player and only one hour each day listening to them on the trip to work and back. Give or take maybe one or two hours more depending how long I dally with the computer before going to sleep each night.

Tired actually too. Tired of biting off more than I chew. Or rather, going for what I know there isnt much chance allowed for me to hold onto.

So it's always back to songs. Oh these jangly ghosts of emotion and feeling that are only lent existence by a simple twitch of a string, or a knock on a bar. So terribly insubstantial, yet at times so much more reliable than anyone can ever be. Just think about it, what we call music is nothing but air bouncing around in a certain way down our earholes in a seemingly random way. But the thing with music is that more often than not *you simply dont know what's going on*. You cannot exactly pinpoint a particular chord, or progression, or twang that means oh that's it for me, that particular bit makes me happy.

The only real reason, I think anyway, why humans always have a thing for music is that here then, finally is something that we can never really understand or more importantly control, but strangely *dont need to fear* which runs so contrary to a fundamental need in humans to adjust and maintain their surroundings as much as possible to their liking. It's the sole solace in a world of scary unpredictability, whether be it from others or just simply how things work. For once unpredictability is welcome, but more importantly *so easily enjoyed*. The only price to pay is that we can never fully understand it, never able to fashion something that can create the same feeling within us again in another way. In the same way everyone leaves a different memory in you, every single tune leaves a different imprint too, sometimes similar, but never wholly alike.

There is no such thing as a ' perfect' song, because no one really knows what that means right? But sometimes along come one that feels just right. Why and how? You can never really say. Saying I like that harmonica intro standing in the middle of two guitar strums by itself doesnt really mean anything. It doesnt explain why. What possible good can a harmonica intro standing in the middle of two guitar strums do to a human body that we enjoy it?

Why do we then, allow something we dont really understand to control us so much for once? The touchy topic of religion sounds close here, but really it's not really an apt comparison for there are many out there simply flabbergasted at how a human can allow something they cant see ( in the loosest terms here) to control so much. Not with music though. Find me a person who doesnt have any single *tune* out there that is unable to move him, not even a flicker in the heart or brain, not even a twitch or nod. Sweeping generalization it may be, but I think in this case it's warranted.

Because sometimes along comes a song that comes along that just feels *right*, like a person, but you can give everything to it never fearing of any consequence, which a person might just do.

Taken By Trees - Sweet Child O' Mine ( Cover)

absolutely gorgeous.