Music. I turned it on at night to drown out The Twilight Zone that mom and dad were watching when I went to bed. I got lost in the Blue Tango and even now can envision them dancing in the kitchen. Music and memory intertwine.
I love you.
ART: "What Comes To Me" 2017
How many songs are there? How many songs about New York? Why is it important? Why can’t you stop looking for a song that you only remember the sound of and a couple of words from that you think has something to do with New York changing her name? You can recall a few songs from the playlist you created, but not their titles. Why didn’t you use a playlist title that would make sense ten or so years after you created the list? Why does it matter?
Because I want to hear that piece of music – I want to experience the feeling, the mood that specific music creates.
I expected to wake up this morning with the song singing in my head. I didn't. It wasn’t. My search continues for the music of life.
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Good morning, I like the abstract Art and thought, a very interesting piece.