Of course there's a lot to pack into the day, to focus on, to be concerned with. It seems like a lifetime ago that I could slow down, listen to music, just let my mind wander and float away. Granted, what I consumed certainly helped, but the albums we listened to certainly played a part in forming the man I am today.
Of course the CDs had to be put away when it was time to grow up. It was all about wringing as much out of the day as possible, fanciful thoughts and dreaming be damned.
This week I dusted down the file marked 'The Orb' on my musical desktop for the fist time in years. It was just as soothing for the wakeful, fretting mind as I remembered - no smoky bedroom with the lights off required as it seemed like during my earlier years. Shocking to think 20 years have passed since my favourite albums were released. And they still sound as fresh now as they did when I first heard 'em.
You don't need Brixton Academy, a 30 foot tall screen for the visuals and a small bag of pharmaceuticals to fully appreciate something wondrous from years back. Having those same tunes piped into your ears on the evening commute can still have an irresistable pull, just like it used to in that former life you used to live.
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