::music::

...drives me insane. it is unlike any other catalyst for my thoughts. it can calm my nerves, or spur me on to create mini masterpieces of poetry. i don't say prose because it seems as though there is little that drives me to write a story. it is too large an undertaking. though, perhaps once i make it through the lord of the rings i will feel differently about the task.

how do i translate the feelings into words? music transcends my known vocabulary in such varying degrees as to create a void of speech. mouth open. eyes shut. ears intent on the sounds which hit me in waves, bowling me over with their own independent lives.

eg. lisa gerrard's soundtrack to the maori film, the whalerider. crossing paths with an incredible stay in new zealand, i feel a bond with the film & its music as i courses through my veins. i see the beauty of the film and the haunting melodies.... and i stop. reread. all words seem insufficient. barely touching on the effect the music has on me. i am so affected by it as to just stop and listen in rapt amazement.

eg. bic runga's beautiful collision, beginning with this song. i'm in wellington again. and, it's wonderful. josh and i are at a b&b and though the wind is gusting outside, we have retired to our room with the white sheets and the bizarre picture of a giant cat on the beach which hangs in the room beside our bed. we have an amazing view. this album is quietly playing in the background as we ready for sleep. we have just dined at the white house, which was exquisite. music is a reminder, for good or bad, of my personal experiences. it bookmarks events in my life and i appreciate all the associates, for better or for worse.

music is part of my life & i would not have it any other way.