Get Rhythm

This is a bitch of a paragraph to write. I'd much much rather write a multi-page dissertation on the moon and tide correlation or write a manifesto on crazy folks living in small towns..and I may just write those later. But for now, it's all about the music. Music (Big "M" because its on the same level as the big "C" Church or any other things people hold up to lofty standards) is the lifeblood that flows through my ever-clogging arteries. Without it, I would have no ability to enjoy anything. In my head, it's all music. The steps I take to and from work every day coincide with the song playing in my head at the moment. The rhythm I answer the phone with and type with is all dictated by the notes floating through my noggin as well. Rest assured, if I'm able to, I will have headphones in and be splitting my time between enjoying the overall song I'm hearing and concentrating on dissecting the individual parts that make up the gumbo of awesome-ness that is the song.
In terms of what I consider music, well just about everything falls into that category. Walking outside (and in FL it's always warm enough to walk outside) the sound of the cars driving next to me and people chatting around me are their own hum of life. It's there if ya just listen for it. Now in terms of genres I enjoy, I ain't quite as much a hippie. I'm don't usually enjoy reggae-ton, nor am I a big proponent of much electronica. But I will give it all a chance, because if I don't then I'll risk the chance of missing out. And I'd rather hear something I don't enjoy (Got-Damn Rascal Flats) then be deprived of Music.
Matt Spikes