im not sure what it is exactly. i mean i like comedy a lot. i can memorize almost an entire show and spout it back the next day.
but music... i cant pin point it.
i just discovered these kids an hour or so ago. when you watch it it looks so simplistic. i mean they have a fucking drum machine for fuck sakes. but when you close your eyes and listen...
the radio dept.
music can make or break a movie. it can make the movie that much more enjoyable.
my only fear of death is not being able to hear my sweet music. take my sight, take my taste, my touch. anything you want its yours. dont take my music.
ive cried to songs. ive danced with that special girl to a song. shared moments.
ive had religious experiences.
my mind is free to wonder about the air with the smoke and lights.
i remember my first record player and stereo. i remember some of the records. star wars, michael jackson, country bear jamboree... my first real stereo (with out the toggle switches) listening to my cassette tapes, bel biv devo, bobby brown. my first cd player and my first cd, mc hammer- please hammer dont hurt em. my first cure cd, wish. spending all my hard earned money for bootleg cure cds. my first ipod...
music is the only escape. its heaven and no one even knows it.
we are the music makers. and we are the dreamers of dreams.
gene wilder- willy wonka and the chocolate factory
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