The ever revolving doors of inspiration. This week has firmly lead me to dance. I’ve always been obsessed with dancing and the internal world that music can create, especially when its you and your ipod against the back drop of everyday life. Sometimes I feel like an actor on stage walking through various cliched films dependent on what I’m listening to that day. For some reason listening to music through headphones creates a feeling of an invisible force field, as if nothing in the physical world can touch you at that moment. Your imagination is given a happy clappy stomping ground to ping back and forth between the images in front of your eyes and the ones being brought out of your head via the music. Like a sleep walking version of a daydream. Music is so intensely personal to each person, and one persons high in a song is definitely not for everyone. people can detect or be privy to certain emotions apparent in different music, but that doesn’t mean they will feel it. intellectualising emotion is very different to the experience of it.
