Music Makes Me High
Yes, it does.
Playing it. Listening to it. Dreaming it in swirling musical notations that I can't quite read... it makes me loopy. It makes me so light that I float, like a really good yoga or acupressure session. Actually, it is very much like that.
In the moment of music, I am ecstatic. Or sweetly blue. Or giddy... or whatever the music is accentuating in my soul. After the moment of music, when the amplifiers die down to a buzz muted by the sublime ringing in my ears... or the car is parked and "You Shook Me All Night Long" fades into some dead suburban parking lot... or you stumble out of the club or the lights come on or whatever -- that's when "the float" begins, and it lasts a while.
Then, like a junkie, you start looking for more. If I can't find it, my head inevitably takes me there. Either a song gets stuck in my head or a new one starts getting written there... but I need it. I know I "shouldn't" need it because, whatever, we live in a society where the only thing that matters is how much imaginary money you can stack up in the great computer game called life, but fuck it, I need it just as surely as I need air, water, food, or sex.
Yeah, music makes me high. I feel so very blessed to have been born a human being with whatever combination of intuition, mathematics, and soul that makes music appreciation possible. I know my cat digs music too... or maybe he just gets off on the effect it has on me... no, he definitely digs it. He has the soul and the intuition, but the math is a bit beyond him*. So I feel really lucky to be human. That's what music does for me.
Peace, love, and music, y'all!
*At least he plays it off that way. Dog only knows what he does at night while I'm sleeping. Seems like he contacts the mothership or something. Maybe he makes Einstein look like an algebraic middle schooler... dang, I love cats, but I digress, as usual.