Agony of a Good Song

There are few things more exciting than finding a really good song. This morning I was browsing through some new titles online and with this one, had to get up from my chair and play air guitar for a while in my kitchen.

It hurts, almost. When a beat or melody pierces in such a way, it's painful to think that every moment of this life is not so musical. In a matter of seconds, the desire arises to be behind a keyboard, a drumset, a guitar -- something (regardless of how well I can play it). It's like I won't be satisfied until I'm in a room with nothing but music, with nobody who's not playing something equally well. Life won't be good enough until I can somehow become music itself.

AAGGHGHGHHGGH. It kills me.

But here's to trying.

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