no need for music
Posted August 6, 2011on:
This afternoon, I was running a quick errant by myself, and as I reached the street I needed to turn into, I realized how comfortable I was with absolutely no music in the car at all.
There was a time when I lived and breathed music. A time when I felt edgy if I didn’t get to listen to some. The intense relationship I used to have with my CD’s. The familiar touch of the discman in my palm, the earbuds in my ears, and all the corners of the world I have walked with music by my side. I was in my teen years and early 20’s. And then, just like many many other hobbies I have had, one day, I was ok with the silence around me. I lost many of my favorite CD’s on the train going from Belgium to Germany that one summer day 9 years ago. Radioblog died. Imeem died. All of my favorite songs, painstakingly sought and compiled, gone, 3 years back. I just gave up. Didn’t bother to find the songs again, in spite of the fact that Son has an itune account, and I buy itune cards for him quite regularly.
For the last 3 years, I lived in silence more often than in music. The long roads, sometimes just my own thoughts are enough for company. I thought about it today, perhaps more wistful of my youthful fancies more than anything else.