Sometimes you don't realize that something is missing until you find it.
I love music, I like classic rock, hard rock, soft rock, punk rock, even emotionally independant rock. I like hip hop, rap, house, techno and if Johnny Cash is country then I like that too. But something happened. I don't know exactly when or why but I stopped listening to music.
I spend most of my work week sitting in traffic or on airplanes which gives me plenty of time to listen to my old favs and keep up on what's new, then a year and a half ago I got XM and Audible. Since then audio books and talk radio have come to consume my world, until last week. I was reaching for the XM button when my finger slipped to M1 where Johnny Ramone was hammering out the chorus to Needles and Pins and I realized what I have been missing. The emotion and inspiration found in music can not be matched by other mediums. Jared Diamond's exhastive exposé on the social dynamics of the Inuit is no match for Mike Diamond's 2.5 minute exploration of sexism among America's youth.
This is a confessional more then anything else. I feel guilty for letting such a large part of me slip away, I can't remember the last time I learned a new song on the guitar or bought a new CD. But tomorrow is a new day...
