Musical Appreciation Gone Wild

I always say I have no real form of escapism, I said this just day or so ago. But I’m chock full of bullshit and falsehoods, and this be but one.

I escape deeply into music. I waste away hours listening to my iPod. Sometimes it requires ear buds so music can fuse with me, where I get lost in my stories yet to be written. Then at times I want to hear the world and the world to hear my music, so I play it on my iPod player…loud! I have found there is a kind of cycle as to which way I go with my insatiable listening habit. Oh and a habit it is.

When I look at my bank statement online this “habit” glares at me in the form of numerous debits. My addiction sings as clearly as Florence and the Machine or who ever is my current obsession.  

See, I get bored. I repeat new songs till love nearly turns into loathe. So off to the store I go. The iTunes store that is. I’m in love with the journey through iTunes finding independent music so few are listening to. Finding these gems I tell myself I’m supporting the little independent guy, and yes this be true, but I’m also feeding my “need” for new music, my musical fix.

The lusty need began at the New Year, in this pondering I see an intersecting of my sexuality blossoming via belly dancing, with my “Musical Appreciation Gone Wild”. If I were to look back and see the total cost of this fetish, I would cringe at the magnitude of it all.

My confession is really to be writing…you know anything to dance around the large block to accessing the writing you ought to be doing. But it’s also about coming clean, that I do possess “things”, including but not limited to escapism.

As to my other “things”, you really will have to wait for my book. You know, when I write it.

P.S. I would love to hear some juicy confessions! You know I heard something about it being good for the soul and yes, I'm feeling awfully Catholic today. What's up with that??