Music is, for me, a little weird. Or I’m a little weird about music. Yes. I think that’s it.

I play violin ( not AT ALL well) and I love big orchestral pieces. I love listening to great musicians solo or in small groups. I love interesting renditions (well done) of popular songs (The Piano Guys, hellloooo). I love Lindsay Stirling.

I hate Muzak.

But good instrumental is good.

So. Good.

Then words.

It gets weird for me with words. Stupid lyrics can ruin beautiful music for me. And crazy, loud mishmosh music can ruin great lyrics.

I don’t do well with loud. Or crashing. Or screaming.

Except when I’m in a very specific mood.

Not because I mind the loud. Or the screaming.

But because I can’t hear the words.

And that drives me fucking BONKERS.

Huh? What’d he just say?

Fuckkkkkk!!

This really had nothing to do with the OP. It was me examining me. ☺

Good to try and figure out what makes me tick sometimes. 😈😇

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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