If there’s anything that holds me in its thrall in this world, it’s music. If yo
If there’s anything that holds me in its thrall in this world, it’s music. If you cut me, a treble clef is just as likely to come spilling out as anything red and viscous. And, as the vampire feeds off that life giving blood, so I drain my speakers until they’re dry, and then try to sleep in the silence. I continue only because the bars and melodies, the cadences and beats, the keys and crescendos, allow me to. I’ve mentioned before that you need to love music nearly as much as I do for me to ever approach interest, but sometimes I wonder whether mere love is enough. I depend on it. I can’t work in silence, and I can’t travel without a soundtrack. Conversation is interesting to me not only because of the content, but also because of the rhythm of the words, the melodies of the syllables. I’ve been trying to come up with a way to properly frame D/s within that kind of context, where the strike of the hand analogises the slap of a drumstick against a high hat, but it’s grown too torturous, contrived and strained. But there is music in Dominance. It’s just not so trite as to be easily contained within the highs and lows of a single scene. It’s more subtle than that, and it’s stretched across the entire relationship. It has to, to make my heart sing so. -- source link
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