Day 20. About string instruments, and songs in general.

It's so alien to me, the idea of playing music without breathing, without it coming from the same place where loneliness and pride and love travel their way through nerves and veins and gore to the hands-- of having something in between you and the sound.
there's nothing quite like those first few listens to a song you're completely in love with. complete detachment. like flying. you feel it inside, as if the song is just someone else recording your inner fermentings and letting them breathe.
and for those instants all problems vanish into spontaneous dancing, ridiculous, irrelevant to whatever else is going on in life.

it fades.
and the next time you hear it, at a friends house or driving home, you feel only disappointment and a certain emptiness.
we keep changing.
we find something new.