I like music. Like, a lot.
When I was in Mumbai I used to listen to Eminem. Now, it’s not the most peaceful music, but seriously it was so cool. I grew up listening to bollywood music and watching people dance around trees in rain and that sort of stuff. So when you think Eminem music is crazy, trust me you haven’t seen what crazy is 🙂
But at the same time, I used to listen to old bollywood songs. Almost always romantic. When it came to english music, the only romantic song I knew was the titanic legend ‘My Heart Will Go On’, everything apart from that was Eminem.
7 years later, I am here sitting on a desk in the UK and listening to bollywood music. No, again, it is not the dance tracks it is more soulful and melodious. And it’s funny how in India I lived by Eminem and now I crave for bollywood music.
I actually even listen to music at work and it helps me to forget everybody else and blank out everything – just focus on the work at hand. In a way for me, music doesn’t heal anything, it just fucking pumps me up to finish the job I am doing.
Music is motivator, it is like a dictator who can do no wrong, it is like your second half, it will play your emotions and in a few minutes flip to something totally different. Memories, another random part of life that is connected with music.
Sometimes I listen to a song and think, ha, I remember I used to listen to this with xyz person or bugger, she loved this song and I remember listening to it like a 100 times with her. All sorts of memories that now just are that, memories, the only thing you clutch onto sometimes from that person.
* Just when I finish this article, a bollywood song I used to listen to with one of my bestest friend as a kind has come on. Ah man, if only I could sit with him late nights and talk about crap. Miss you dude. Music, such a twisting element of life, just saying…
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