Sometimes music won’t do it.
Rarely, I admit.
But I got into work tonight late (battling a cold!) and for once in a life I out my Ipod in its dock and I wasn’t in the mood to listen to anything. In my life? That’s a black swan -it never, ever happens. Music isn’t part of the solution it is the solution.
And I listen to music, essentially, from the second I wake up to the second I go to sleep. I have no problem with silence, I have no problem with having to hear people’s inane talking everywhere -they may be full of sound and fury but at least they are attempting to communicate, but it is NOT what I want to hear.
I want to hear music.
But I have sworn off music (intentionally) listened to.
I want to hear how I go back.
Righ now? All I can do is write from memory -it can’t be that much worse than writing while listening…