The sound of music

Tonight has been one of those odd evenings. One of those nights where I am out of my regular rhythm, out of sorts, if you will. I had big plans for how I'd waste away my few hours free from work and sleep. However, it seems the best laid plans were, well, laid aside.

After a few errands, I came into the house without any real idea of what I wanted to do. So, I meandered around from room to room aimlessly doing this or that, but really doing nothing at all, until I finally came across my mail, set out neatly for me by my dear Cynical.

And there I found a CD sent to me by a very thoughtful Madretz. It's her very own version of a Valentine CD. Such an eclectic mix; so intriguing, so sweet and funny. Just as a good CD should be. I have already tucked it into the bag I take to work each day. It will accompany me as I make my way to and fro to the office this week and next, I am certain. You are right, Madretz, love rocks.

And that prompted me to wrap up my own version of a St. Valentine's Day compilation, begun long ago, but never quite finished. I ended up with a strange mix, I must admit. A bit twisted in fact, but isn't that the best part of luv and all that sappy stuff? I opted to also include some songs that depict the underbelly of what some mistake as love, 'cause there are some of you out there that remember that part all too well. And what's a sappy CD without "Song for the Dumped" by Ben Folds Five.

And as it was burning, I found myself hungry to listen to mixed tapes in my own collection, one in particular. A while back I had been given a CD by my dear brother. Things were a bit rocky for both of us and I am not certain, in all honesty, that I listened to it at all, as I was too bitter, angry and hateful to be patient enough to settle down and enjoy it.

In a panic, I dug through my collection and couldn't find it. I was heartbroken and guilt-ridden. And then I discovered it, tucked between two old compilations. Sometimes obsessive-compulsive tendencies can pay off.

And I popped it in the computer and it's playing as I type. Each song was obviously chosen with purpose and reason. And I am thinking now, would it have made a difference all that time ago. . . would I have been quicker to forgive and forget. Music can do that sort of thing.

Wow, Madretz, I bet you never thought your CD would spur all of that, eh?