I listen to music as I write.
I do this because it helps keep my mind busy.
I feel that the music is some how an anchor
that keeps me in the here and now.
I can of course exist without music,
but I find it much harder to concentrate.
I think this has to do with something called ADD,
but I know nothing of psychological titles.
And I care even less for them.
Call a thing what you will,
but a rose by any other name will ultimately smell like a rose.
Where was I? Ah yes, music.
I use it as an anchor,
whether I am writing, working, procrastinating, or playing music for the sake of music.
I use it as a means of keeping my subroutines busy so that my mind can be free.
I'm scared of my mind. I'm afraid to venture there alone.
I don't want to enter into my subconscious,
only to realize that my consciousness was a dream.
Music keeps my mind busy,
it tells my subconscious to concentrate on it,
On the beats,
on the base line,
on the repetitive wub wubs.
I can't listen to a piece that repeats over and over,
I need it to progress and change.
At the same time, I need the beat to go:
all the same through out.
I like change, but I hold onto the past.
I like looking at new things, but only a single set of glasses.
I like repetition only if it ushers in a new theme.
I like new themes only if they hold onto the repetition.
These are all things that music does for my subconscious while I listen. I don't even have to actively listen to the music.
I can concentrate on writing...