I am obsessive about music. When I listen to something sublime, it is enough to make me close my eyes and forget the world. Time stops when I’m in the music. It soothes and contents me, inspires and excites me. It makes me buzz with good feelings for the universe. If I love a song, I put it on endless repeat. This annoys everyone: roomates, friends, family, lovers.
Please, please change the music, they implore.
I might play something 100 time over; but a perfect song is as good as the very first listen. Clocks stop, dogs bark, policeman put up their white-gloved hands. Whoever said happiness is a warm gun, did not own an iPod.