Near the end of January, when things went bad, I made myself stop listening to music.
No music on the way to work.
No music on the way home.
No music while cooking dinner or cleaning the house.
No music. At all.
I simply did not want to hear sad songs that would set me off, or turn the tunes I loved into reminders of how I felt at that point.
For those of you who really know me, that's kinda a big deal.
But I knew it was best for me. Been there.
Eventually I broke out the headphones again.
Turned on the stereo and danced around my living room.
Mashed potatoes to a crazy drum beat.
Screamed off-key over the sound of the big green vacuum.
Baby, I was back.
And since I've been here in St. Catharines again?
I've jumped back in time to the days when everything was better if it was heavier or louder.
Going through all my old cds and all the MP3's on my neglected computer made me remember some of my old favourite stuff.
And always, older Deftones:
And I was going to post some Nine Inch Nails... but instead, in light of Peter Steele's recent passing... A little gothtastic Type O' Negative tribute:
I'm still eclectic like usual.
I'm just remembering how much I friggin' love all music.
And I promise to never, ever forget again.