Waiting For That Rocket

Even if the music is all in my head, it’s rare for there to not be music floating through my consciousness.

You may have picked up on music being a constant in my life. From songs representing the passing of friends, the passing of eras, or the dawn of new ones, it’s unlikely that a song – even a crappy one – would not evoke some emotional response.

Of late, I’ve had Amos Lee on repeat. Based on a conversation with a Twitter friend – @MoJoCaster – I decided it was time to pull the trigger. I had a couple of Lee’s albums, but I wanted to round out his discography. Two albums, one live EP and about $30 later, I have three hours worth of Amos Lee that I struggle to turn off when I have to go to work.

As I gear up to write another significant piece of fiction – I am unsure whether it will reach the level of #nanowrimo – I keep listening. I can’t stop.

I guess that’s the mark of good music. Music that makes you think, makes you feel, and makes you long to create.