When the music plays, all you have to do is let your mind wander, let the notes carry you somewhere that no one else can hear or see.
Welcome to the Window. So, out of my four or so readers, has anyone noticed how my introduction is a lot like a tv show's? "Welcome to the Today Show!" Mm what to do, what to do.
I've been asked by a few people why music is so central to me, what kind of music I like, etc. Well, let me put it like this. For me, without music, I would have lost my sanity a long time ago. Yes, to all you smart asses who are saying "what sanity?", I'm still sane. Music has the capacity to enhance your emotions, flourish your feelings. Anger, stress, love, hate, longing, desperation, you name it, it's been in a song. Hell, when I'm in a funny bugger mood, I'll listen to Weird Al. And that's the thing about music. Regardless of who wrote it, who sung it, how popular they are, the song can express exactly what you could never find the words for.
Dance. Why do I dance? "Mark, you realise, dancing is for dousche bags." Um, no I don't actually. Dancing is for anyone and everyone. But the reasons that you dance can determine whether you're a dousche or not. If you dance just to get girls, like I admittadly did for a while, then yes, you do make it into the dousche status. On the other hand, if you, like I do now, dance for the pure enjoyment of it, for the reason of just expressing yourself through the music, and letting the beats and the rhythm capture your body, then you're an entire level above the rest. That is what I dance for, that is why I dance. And smile =] while I do it.
Take it easy everyone.
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.