Music To My Ears
May 26th 2008 08:02
My ears.
Pressed against speakers, shouted at through raging crowds, delicately seduced by ivory fingers. They have been damaged somewhat by music, but just as the heart is damaged by love, they have grown from the beauty they have heard. Whether it be in a vomit scented Sydney pub, blaring out through crackling speakers in my old Daihatsu, or in the opera house soaking through my tingling skin, music has always been the one true love of my life.
Born without musical talent, but with more passion in my heart that an oiled up Spaniard dancing the Paso Doble, there is only one thing left for me to be in this life: A poor, penniless writer, with a desire for music that will never die.
Pressed against speakers, shouted at through raging crowds, delicately seduced by ivory fingers. They have been damaged somewhat by music, but just as the heart is damaged by love, they have grown from the beauty they have heard. Whether it be in a vomit scented Sydney pub, blaring out through crackling speakers in my old Daihatsu, or in the opera house soaking through my tingling skin, music has always been the one true love of my life.
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