I absolutely love music. And when I say that, I mean it in a way that most people don't.
I love music because even when you take all of the fundamental elements out of focus and just relax your ears, and really hear everything while listening to nothing in particular, music still has a certain moving quality to it. It pierces through moments of disfocused disinterest.
I love music because of the phenomenon of when a song and a moment collide in just the right way for you to relive that exact moment just as fresh as the day it happened years later. There's a magic to it, how real the moment it brings back is.
I love music because it can escalate the highest points of life, underscore and supplement the lows. It can color moments in ways that nothing else quite can, and certainly not words alone.
I love music because, if I need to be metaphysical and flowery about it, I'm forever and always enraptured by that fleeting moment when ethereal sounds vibrate their way from my ears to my brain to my heart to my soul. That's what listening to an album I enjoy is like for me, over and over throughout the disc.
I love music more than most people probably love their significant others. For an intangible concept, it has a tangible hold and effect on me and has made my life worth living.
So, you see why writing a music blog is a good idea for me?