blubbering about music, putting off my biology paper

I’ll tell you in advance this post will be naïve and soppy and stupid. Especially this next sentence:

Music is just so, so good.

I don’t know if it’s that I forget or that I underestimate how it can make me feel, but every so often the way that listening to certain artists and bands can comfort me is just ridiculous. It’s maybe even wrong because it’s a form of comfort that isn’t quite real, even though it’s there. It isn’t the same as a person, not even food or a blanket or something solid to hold on to but what it can do to us is so astounding to me.

And I think today I came to the conclusion that sometimes one of the best things art can do is make you forget yourself. Whether it’s a film about talking dogs or a Jane Austen novel or the sound of Winston Marshall playing the banjo, sometimes I find that something being incredible in whatever way it is and taking up all of my attention can even make me forget who I am or what I look like, to not have to be a person and have my thoughts completely wrapped up in art.

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Excuses time: I’ve kind of had technical problems over the last month, but hopefully normal posting will resume. Since last time;
- I went to a really great concert with my friends and met Noah and the Whale!
- I went skiing with my family in the Three Valleys, which was really nice
- I read a lot of good books and went to Buffalo Grill

Hope all’s well your end.

Lizzie x