Once again, I have neglected you, dear blog. I want to feel remorse because I thought this some how meant I care less about music. That is not the case. I have never been more in love.
Anyone who has kept up with my unkempt squabble since the late summer of 2009 knows that I quickly jump from interest to interest in a disorderly fashion. This is how I deal with life. This is how I discover what I need and what I can live without.
Each blog post on here is only a tiny glimpse of something I was once interested in. I may come back to that love. I may not. One thing I will no longer do is feel a deep nostalgic pain between my ribs when I remember my past. Reminiscence is a great healer and wonderful reminder to keep the body ticking, but nostalgia has no place in my mind. I don’t need it like I once thought I did. I don’t need to hold on to pain or happiness. Both will indefinitely be achieved again in moments to come.
That is my spiel. In other news, I have become obsessed with Queen in the last few months – more than I have ever been in the past – and wish to share this piece of sound with you.