On Music

A couple weeks ago, I recharged my iPod and cleaned the mold off my noise-reducing headphones. Listening to Mahler symphonies and the Cello Suites blissed me out and drew weird looks from my coworkers.

I broke down and blew a bunch of Baht on speakers. I rationalize it at spending under $20 and getting an amplifier with the power that drove my high school concerts.

And when I turn on the Cello Suites, I feel YoYo's presence in the room.

When I listen to Bruckner, Tchaik, Mahler, or--rapture!--Bach, I feel the majesty.

Talk about a good investment.

And who would've thought listening to music--not analyzing, transcribing, criticizing, scrutinizing, evaluating, or any other aspect of academifying--could be so cool?