This morning brought a bit of Amy Winehouse and now in a pub in Chester we’ve got some jazz. Nice. No not really. Not a jazz fan. Sorry.
I’m signing off from the project now. It’s been an enlightening experience as I’ve learned a few things. Primarily that there’s never enough time to actively listen to music. Devoting time to sitting and listening is virtually unheard of for me. My life has music as a secondary influence. It’s background. I’ve not travelled this week but travelling is probably the main time I actively listen.
I love music and I feel it’s part of my make up, my soul but modern life is rubbish and not conducive to actively participating.
I’m not sure I’ll make changes to my listening habits just yet. Family, work, home, PhD, and other hobbies kind of interfere with it. That said it’s been fun. Thanks sickmouthy for giving me this opportunity to consider the influence of music in my life.
PS yank croony stuff now in pub.
PPS hate nextdoornobheads music.
PPPS loud is not always good.
