Music V2

Music V2

So I’m talking about music again.  Why the heckaroo am I doing that?  Well, ‘cause I can.  However, last time I talked about music and how it relates to living in a moment in time.  And that by relistening to the piece of music, I can learn something new.  Then I tied that into why I reread things or rewatch things.  I can always learn something new from whatever it is.  If there’s a day gone by without learning something new at, well, whatever, then there is no point at all.

But that was then, and this is now.

So I have this YouTube account.  Not a channel, mind you.  I ain’t as cool as to put my own videos up on the internet for the world to see.  My own words?  Sure.  My ugly mug?  I’ll spare the world that.  But I have this YouTube account I made back when I was a wee young lad, and with that comes a lot of videos watched.

I won’t bore you with the stupid cat videos or terrible cover songs or the pointless inventions or the mindless gameplays I’ve watched.  I want to talk about my “Liked” Playlist.  These are the videos I’ve clicked “Like” on, like each and every video freakin’ asks you to do nowadays.  Well, this particular “Liked” Playlist is reserved for music.  I use it to gather up music I like.  And since I started my account back in the Stone Age, (not literally, cause YouTube has only been around for like 13 years or so,) that means I have a lot of songs to listen to.

Just under 1200 songs to be exact.  That’s a lot of hours of music.  That’s a lot of music that I thought was halfway decent enough for me to want to listen to again.  And here’s the thing that I find particularly funny.  I can go back through that list, and remember where I was when I first encountered that song.  I can remember jamming to it in a particular place, or time, or what I was doing.

Music has that power, to embed itself into your life so seamlessly that it becomes a part of your reality.  So that list, in a sense, becomes a time capsule of sorts for me to use to go back into the past. 

Now, what does this have to do with writing?

I know where all my writing is.  I have most of it on my computer, more of it online in hidden websites, and even more of it handwritten (that stuff won’t see the light of day, so don’t ask for them.)  I can open up any story, start reading it, and immediately know exactly when I first wrote it.  Or at least, I last touched it.

My writing becomes a time capsule for myself, dated to when I last touched it or when I last thought of it.  And for me, going back to these little time capsules allows me to see not only how far I have improved as a writer, but also how much I have failed.

Because a lot of those stories I haven’t finished, or haven’t seen through to completion.  It’s like the songs at the back end of my “Liked” Playlist.  They’re mine, in every sense of the word.  But I will never love them or be with them the same.  At least, not like the newer stuff I listen to or write about.

Anyways, back to listening.  I’m on song number 1143 and counting.