The lack of which seems to leave me with no crutch and a handicap. We have different styles that we like more than others, and even some people who say that they just don’t listen to music. I’m not one of those second people, for when I don’t listen, don’t play, don’t strive to make some of my own… holy hell the effects of which seem to be that I recognize when after the fact and I do make myself available to it, my mood elevates in such a way that I repeatedly kick myself for having let, forementioned-self, go so long without giving the time to put that soundtrack over my life, or let myself take those minutes, hours, whatever, to be part of it, let it wash over me, let my emotions spin and hit within the banks of whatever it is I do find to listen to.

So the past few hours have been helped along by the wonderful songs of The Beatles and the adaptation of Across the Universe, to those I introduce things to, if you haven’t partaken of this wonderful bit of Beatles love and you have any, any at all like of the Fab Four, or even one of their songs happens to get stuck in your head now and again, do yourself a favor and rent or borrow this movie. Have yourself the ability to listen to it at volume, as it is a musical and there is both singing and music.

Oh yea, Beatles Rock Band, if there are those of you who are just feeling really really generous, we would very much like to have a copy when it comes out. In fact the plan was to come back to the states and pick up a copy along with both bonus guitars when we came back in October. Well right now it doesn’t look as if that is going to be happening, as we’re having trouble getting back in October. Oh, side note, I sorta miss the apartment complex I lived in in college, music at 3 am, and you know what we did? Turned our own music up a little bit more in our room so we couldn’t hear it, no bitching, no letters, no whining. Well maybe we’d invite our neighbors over if we were having a party, or the like. Quiet is nice out in the woods right? Nope, that’s when the fucking bears show up and maul your ass. Noise unless you’re trying to run across bears…

Hell might be why music is so comforting to me, bears. Polar Bears. They have them here you know, not in the building as far as I know, but in the city… make noise, for your own sake. For mine.

I’m a heavy sleeper, I can sleep with damn near anything going on, in fact, I need noise, at least a fan for me to really get to sleep easy. Music works too, but that usually messes with other folks, as per the paragraph above the one above this one.

Okay just watched the Beatles Rock Band opening… and wow, geekgasm. I have to compose myself, give me a moment.

(Two minutes pass)

Okay, better now.
But that’s really it as for as right now.

K.