Loud music

I'll let this crazy, talked-up ipod issue die, but I need to say one last thing:

There is nothing like listening to music really loud on your ipod. There just isn't. The sound quality is SO GOOD! You can get lost your own sonic universe (while forfeiting your future ability to HEAR things, yes, but it's worth it...)

It sounded amazing before, but maybe it's just that now, having lost and found it, the sound is even fuller and sweeter and better and less... granted.

And, to all you modern country music haters out there (you know who you are), groups like Rascal Flatts are the best for moments like this. Lots of bass, really clear vocals... ohhh yes.

I really love singing along to something so loud that I can almost not even hear myself. You know, that would frighten someone from ancient times. HA. I wonder what people did back then... the people that today love hard rock and moshing and thrashing around and blasting the bass as loud as possible. Surely those people existed pre-electricity... what did they do? Or people that love adventure sports today... maybe it's that daily life was filled with much more adventure back then? More opportunities for risk, love, and bloodshed. Would they think we are insulated from adventure, or far more adventurous and fast? What parts of our lives would they be sad to have missed out on (restaurants, washing machines, email possibly) and what parts would they just feel pity for us about (loneliness and separation, housing payments, lights that extend our work day long beyond daylight)?

Hmmm... makes me want to be fully alive. When have I, when do I feel most alive? Why is loud music a kind of therapy? Why is getting lost in loud music the same sort of escape as getting lost in a movie, or even lucid dreaming?

Oh, you know what? It's the same sort of emotional high you get singing your heart out at a mega-church worship service. Or is it the same? I kinda miss that, to be honest. Maybe it comes down to expression. Or communication. I like mega-church worship (quit it, you instituational church-haters!)... but I do, I like it because I can be totally anonymous before God. Well that's ironic and false... anonymous before God... ha... I mean anonymous before people and totally known WITH GOD. This is the most rambling, crazy blog entry ever. I am going to get back to actual writing at some point.

Anonymous before God. That, my friends, is an oxymoron. I am going to have to name my first book or my first child that. Of course if a child gets the name, I'll translate it to Hebrew or something. :)