Music

I probably have to start using my own images before somebody throws the copyright infringement on me. All done in complete innocence, I testify. Nevertheless, today I felt like writing about music. For that, we'd have to take a trip down memory lane. Was the summer of '17. I'd pop on my headphones, listening to music on Spotify, as I enjoyed the serenity of Singapore's quiet roads. Those were the best days of my life. Though I was breaking my head over what to do with this massive commitment staring down my rather empty brain. * shudders *. Music was a means of escape. I'd go to the gym, take a long, refreshing bath and pop on my headphones. Such pain my ears have been subjected to. When summer was about to come to an end, I had but one thing to request. Wake me up when September ends. I'm very specific about capitalising. The internet is a mean and dark place filled with critics. I'm not taking my chances. On a lighter note, fast-forward to winter, and there I was. Déjà vu. There I was, on my laptop plus headphones combination, blogging about my experiences with multi-faced demon that most of us refer to as "life". Looking back at those times, I noticed a subtle influence of music. My blogging style was subjected to the kind of music I was listening to. It was mostly 80s rock but I could look at my own writing from various angles when a new song fired through those bass heavy headphones. I love the bass. A good bass sound check is essential to every headphones/ earphones I have ever owned. I'm a man of culture as well. Why is it that every time I write something, I feel like I'm deviating from what I set out to write about. It starts out with a point, then gets a little pumped up, then there are some subtle references (find them if you haven't yet), and then there's the quick, smooth solo of a finish. Must be the work of Guns N' Roses!