Music to My Eyes
I used to think that people who spent free time on computers, were either “surfing” or “chatting” and never the twain shall meet. I would be lying if I said that members of my family were as pleased at the amount of time I spend on Terra Jean, my computer, as they would like, but such is my life: International Blogster, Esquire. International? OK, I know Maine is in our country, but it’s so far north.
Earlier, I posted onto my blog with the awareness that it was there for ANYBODY, regardless of whether or not anyone was reading it. Made no difference, I assured myself [smugly], I write for myself. I have been doing it all my life, only now I am relocating it from my brain to my blog.
I write partly because I view the English language as one of the most fascinating “jigsaw puzzles” available, and partly because I have never been able to make music with instruments, so I have to rely on words. I heard music the other day in “Ross and Costco” (thanks, Lynda) and I heard it tonight in “The Reason for the Season” (thanks, Judy).
After all, I hear it all over in my travels, as though it were an 808 drum, setting the beat for my listening pleasure. I liken it to shooting pool. If I make one really stylish shot, at any point during my game, I feel as though I have achieved great success. The outcome of the game need not rely on the eight ball for definition.
In writing a piece, regardless of length, one particularly pleasing turn of words, is all that I require, to seal the deal. So just as JT is always in search of a title, I am always in search of a phrase. If I come up short, it’s always nice to know, I am only a click away from my dash, for some music to my eyes. Right now my eyes are scanning the band for the latest hits, and the hits just keep on coming.