There was a time (most of my 20s, really) when, if the music and records ceased to exist, I'd be left with absolutely nothing. The further I get into my 30s, though, the more I realize how many books, films, food, travels and other life experiences I've yet to enjoy. Thus, I've (only semi-consciously) downgraded music from 98% of my leisure-time activity to only, like, 70% or so. This means I'm beginning to feel slightly out of touch, but at the same time rediscovering my old favorites and acquiring new atuff at slower, a more leisurely pace.
I feel like I'm talking to a bunch of kindred spirits who can relate to a love-hate relationship toward one's obsessions. I'm interested in hearing your answers.
― Mike Appelstein (mike a), Wednesday, 18 September 2002 16:40 (twenty-three years ago)
― blueski, Wednesday, 18 September 2002 16:50 (twenty-three years ago)
but then, maybe deaf people hear music in their heads.... And it may be nothing like what we experience.
― dave225 (Dave225), Wednesday, 18 September 2002 17:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― blueski, Wednesday, 18 September 2002 17:16 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 18 September 2002 18:22 (twenty-three years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Wednesday, 18 September 2002 18:49 (twenty-three years ago)
― nabisco (nabisco), Wednesday, 18 September 2002 19:23 (twenty-three years ago)
― Siegbran Hetteson (eofor), Wednesday, 18 September 2002 21:04 (twenty-three years ago)