A Note on Music (Pun Intended)

Ah music, music, music. There is too much to say really. If I were a musical prodigy by the name of August I wouldn't have to say anything. Instead I could merely wrap all of the inadequate words up into harmonies and melodies that taste much more delectable to the ear. Since my name is in fact not August however I must stick to writing, attempting to string words together so they may resemble notes at least part of the time.

This entry however is not so much to practice my musical words, but rather to speak of music. The glorious Sun who is lounging in the sky today (he has missed his blue bed, I can tell) called for an accompaniment of Citizen Cope on my walk to class. As much as I love music, I do not often choose to walk around campus with the iPod plugged in for fear of missing the fascinating sounds which float through a university naturally. Today I decided Citizen Cope was worth the loss. And they were, oh how they were.

The magical thing about iPods is they create a world for you. Those around you think you are taking in the same scenery as they are, walking through the same places as they are, but you know you are not, and that's half the magic. The other half is what you are seeing. Here's a picture:

I half smile as I myself inadvertently begin walking in step with the beat of "Somehow". Looking up from my teal shoes which match the sound of the note Citizen just hit to five boys walking in front of me. Do they know they just swayed in perfect time with the rhythm swimming through my ears? Do they know who giddy it made me? And the Sun (because he is in on my little game) laughs in wonder with me as he reflects off that pool of water at the exact climax of the song, making the intensity even more palatable. And even after the ear buds reluctantly leave my ears, the magic continues, because my musically led 10 minute walk made all little movements, changes, anomalies incredibly visible, and that is a visibility that should last at least for the remainder of the day.

So to all you dear, poor souls who do not often surround yourself with the beauty of intricately woven sounds, I urge you to reconsider. Have your sunny day accompanied and tell me what you see.