Magic of Music

How my use of music has changed though the decades but it’s been the constant heartbeat of my life.

I feel dead without the beats.

Now it’s such a perplexingly musically rich environment, soundclould mixes I can’t keep up with (check out the playlists) and I keep buying tunes, yes - spending currency on it cause the artist need the thanks for they joy they bring me(!), at a rate that if it was vinyl I’d need so many storage units (just have the one!)

Still occasionally spin the vinyl, whack on a CD for nostalgia, but mainly albums. Do people listen to them now? Can one tune transport you back through the ages like an hour of the emotional roller-coaster of screamadelica?  Perhaps so, everything speeding up now but I like the go-slow sometimes.

But the constant need for a new beat has also never gone, so easy now to consume and the joy of a mix with fresh tunes is still exhilarating. I love my musical journeys, not knowing where they will take me and when I curate the music to the mood in my soul; I feel more alive, vivid, in the flow of the miracle of living. It’s pure magic.