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Musical nostalgia...

What is it exactly about music that can affect me so deeply? tho' i dont think am an exception at all... have too many people around who seem to be equally susceptible to its power.

But there's an amazing amount of boring consistency in 'my kind of music' - and tho i realized this ages back... havent really been able to get past it (have i truly tried... now lets not get THAT honest!!)

My kind of music = either solid lyrics or absolutely foot-tapping dancable non-sensical stuff!!!

Nothing less has ever passed my muster and hopefully will ever do... am severely allergic to anything that sounds like shattering glass or screeching tyres or even worse screaming witches!!! :-)

But there's another aspect to music - am sure for everyone who's even a wee-bit involved in what's entering their ears - it creates associations... and memories... and sometimes these start overshadowing the original emotions that the song generated!! For example recently on a flight - a friend refused to let me play a song which had some sad memories for her!! in essence - the song had lost its original place for her - all she could remember was what the song held by way of memories...hmmm... pretty common i think...

but then - being the absolute nut-case of a control-freak that i am... i refuse to let memories hold me back from enjoying 'my kind of music' today!! :-) as it is - its rare enough for me to find music that i truly enjoy... and if i start depleting that resource also becoz of something... what'll i be left with!!!
(does this sound as weird to others as i think????)

so here's a toast to an ever-looping set of music for my ears... and to all the memories they will create going forward...

:-)

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