Thursday, January 17, 2013

Of Night and Its Music.


                                 It’s way past midnight and sleep eludes me still and I’m still trying to find the ‘elusive’ in the night, I so desperately want to talk to her but she is quiet as she always is, pacifying the paramours of the light, a bunch of ingrates, who would just get up and walk away from her lap and she would close her eyes and disappear, being encapsulated in the illumination, up till then I accompany her and she, me.
Current Track – Speak To Me/Breathe | Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd has always been my sleeping aid ever since I discovered the existence of the band and their music, serene as it grows.
Nights are so much longer than days, which on the contrary slip like free flowing sand. The hands of the clock are just amusing as a mime's, quiet as anything but say so much, they mock you  and you can only stand there helpless, smiling on the misery of your existence bounded by this illusion which people call time.

Current Track – No Quarter | Led Zeppelin
Now, you can just feel your head getting so heavy with emotions as Page starts to pluck those strings  and explodes in effusion when Plant starts to sing and that pretty much explains why Led Zepp is one of the most influential bands in the history of music and I light my last cigarette.

Cigarettes are an insomniac’s best friend, there are so many answers you can sap out of the smoke you blow. Life
  could be a figurative cigarette, you start from being just out of the box new , your life essence then sucked while you burn and turn into ash eventually. It impeccably plays so many different roles at different times, sometimes a mate, sometimes a muse and sometimes a whore: costing you much and fucking you in return.


Current Track – Way Out Of Here| Porcupine Tree
Now, if you are seeking inspiration or motivation from music PTree wouldn’t provide you with it but they surely give you reasons to fall in love with it. If music is addictive, they are fucking heroine. Their music just punctures your skin and enters your blood stream, pushing you into a state of ecstasy.

I might not actually fit into the definition of a junkie and I’m not but curiosity drove me through those unlit driveways but there’s no remorse at all. Drugs shouldn’t be considered or treated as an agent to escapism, they wouldn’t save you from your real world troubles, to make things worse they could only amplify them, apparently they amplify everything, letting you experience a heightened state of emotion you already are in.


Current Track – The End | The Doors

The thing about Morrison is ,he’s inexplicable, he’s this enigmatic figure you cannot just figure out, but that makes you adore him even more, music is charismatic, expressive, enchanting and gripping, his voice anchors in the deepest corners of your heart, more like a guided meditation which ends in pure bliss.

Rest In Peace Morrison! But I know your voice never will.