Do you love music? & Does it love you back?

I love music!!!

Of all kinds and I am happy to say that we are finally seeing the days where black people are broadening their musical horizons more and more by listening to music that goes way beyond the stereotypes that we all listen to hip hop and rap.

But this is not what i want to gab about tonight.

Everyone loves how music can bring you to total recall of a time, place, person, smell, food, season, or just a simple split instant state of mind you endured for whatever reason and that that is wonderful. Even when its painful its still very wonderful.

What I think is harsh is when you already feel the feeling and you need a song to further it, you know give it vibrancy and validity. No, what i want is not to further it I want to harvest it!

You need a soul saving song that will get out of you the feeling you're experiencing so that you can lay it down and give it peace. A piece of music that explains, comforts, and performs an exorcism all at the same time. When you feel this emotion the bizarre circumstance of life and there is no peace to be had by a really good music exorcism you begin to see that music is not as in love with you as you are with it.

Days go by and you play different songs from present and past. You troll the music pimps to find new bands to see if the future holds a better musical priest only to find none. You start to play music in combinations thinking that a mixture is what you need and not just one song. It gets so bad that you start asking random people what they are listening to these days. And when you think you can stoop no lower waiting for the music gods to deliver you from insanity it happens....

you begin to sing songs that you know most of the words, off key and with misguided desperation. What do you do? You have always loved music you have walked the road of its evolution and spent your pennies in every media era when it was 8 tracks, records 45s and 33s, cassettes, CDs, MP3s, WAVs, and you kept taking every type as it came along saying as long as it plays music I will buy the apparatus that will allow me to listen.

Months will go by and you still won't hear that song. In a fit of despair you decide to just stop listening for a while and take a break. As you reach for the power button in your new car that you purchase just cause you can now plug your iPOD and get satellite radio you see that there is a CD in the there by the pretty flashing red LED indicator on the screen. What the hell you say and you press the mode button to get to CD and what is playing? "3 Libras" by Perfect Circle and Maynard is at the end... you the know the part where he sings "You don't, You don't, You don't SEE ME!; You don't, You don't You don't SEE ME!; You don't You don't You don't SEE ME! YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU Don't see me, YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU Don't, You don't see me at all!!" and all you can do is stare.

Lift your finger to play it again then move it over and press repeat.

You are one of those.

To those who can get it out
who can speak when others shout

the ones who draw with depth & precision
all the many that pencil what their livin'

oh! the few who write it all down
the permanently inked you always want around

switchers from religion to faith
the givers that deliver what they make

crooners who relive life through song
that leave no one out & wave us to come along

big screen pretenders that lead through scenes
the players of humans and make believe

to those who have eyes, ears, and the will
extend your arms to reach for your dreams still

today gnuSuL