I stopped listening to music. For it consumes me. It is a love too painful to bare. I just go into it and disappear, fearing to never come back.
I mean listen to this:
https://deezer.page.link/pdnJ1kNcVz3zCqfA9
If you don’t have Deezer:
Really listen to the words. Do you get the message? Listen to him live.
That’s why I picked up the guitar. When I play, there is still a sufficient amount of me, that self consciousness of knowing that ur crap. I can’t even imagine playing like Nick. It would be better than heroine.
No wonder artists go mad. Can u imagine that music running through your veins?
Madness runs through my veins, for other reasons. It is hard to bare. The mind is not something you can hide from. You have stare it in the face directly or get obviated.
And no matter how hard you try. You will come back. Jumping off a cliff is not an option. If you struggled with madness, I feel you. For me it’s a daily, hour by hour affair.
Give John Butler a try. Understand genius. Inhabit it. Listen to the words. Don’t hear any. We silly boy?
It’s all around you (and within). Come and swim in the ocean with me. Infinite joy.
Music is heroine. It’s better than heroine.
Find a guitar or a piano (guitar is better) and let it flow.
Those blasted typos haunt me