More space, more clutter

My not-so-old monitor [at work] has been exchanged with a new one: flat screen, 17″,  black, sleek, very nice indeed. But did I initially like the thought of giving up my old monitor? No! I’ve gotten attached to it and I would miss it. Besides, a flat screen monitor would mean more free space on my table. And more free space would mean more space for clutter. And boy was I right. If you could see my table right now, you’d probably offer to get rid of the clutter and arrange the things on it for me.

A large free space and disorderly me just don’t mix.

In a world devoid of music

What would you do?

In Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451, books became more than obsolete, they were made illegal. To book lovers, it could be very alarming, utterly unthinkable. Books simply cannot – should not, must not – vanish.

In the movie Totally Awesome, dancing was banned, causing hysterics in some students who considered dancing their life.

They were only fiction, but what if they could come true? And what if music would also be banned – considered illegal? What if even humming would be considered a capital offense, punishable by life imprisonment or, worse, death? Could you take it? Would you? To those who considered music not only entertaining and a form of expressing themselves but also therapeutic, music dying could mean the end of their world. Too cliche, I know. And too much of an exaggeration. But I simply cannot imagine a day, much less a lifetime, devoid of music. I’d certainly go crazy. We all love music. And though some people may be able to go on days, weeks even, without music, sooner or later they’d long for it. But what would happen if it were already gone?

If that day were to ever come (but I’m sure it would not), I wonder to what extent we would go to fight for it. Would we be willing to defy authorities to show our opposition? Would we be willing to turn our backs on a safe and secure, albeit colorless, life and go into hiding, living the life of a vagrant whose future is uncertain and whose life is constantly in danger, just to further our cause? I might, if forced to.

You might wonder what brought on this absurd idea. Nothing, really. It’s just that today, while listening to Simply Red, my mind and my imagination went haywire when out of the blue the thought of not being able to hear another song again struck me.

Scary.

I, Me, Mine

People have different ideas of ‘romantic.’ To some, it would be a candlelit dinner for two in a secluded place, or time spent walking on the beach at sunset. To some others, it would probably be receiving flowers and chocolates, or staring at each other’s eyes while spouting sweet nothings. Still to some others, it would be advertising to the world their love, as ingeniously as possible.

To me? It would be being serenaded. Privately of course, just him and me, on the bed, doing nothing else save him singing and me listening. It would probably sent my heart aflutter. And the songs I wanted sung to me? There are many. Here are some of them:

Stars – Simply Red
As the World Falls Down – David Bowie
For Your Babies – Simply Red
When I See You Smile – Bad English
More than Words – Extreme
Lady in Red – Chris de Burgh

Try REALLY listening to even just Stars (Mick’s voice is so full of motions, so soulful, that it is hard not to fall in love with him) and As the World Falls Down (the dance scene from Labyrinth as David Bowie sings this song makes up most of my ultimate fantasy). You’d understand why songs are among my idea of ‘romantic.’

In my nice noisy world

I feel I could work well when I’m listening to music. They drown out the other noise I’d rather not hear. The office is usually quiet most of the time, but now and then people would talk, and soft voices breaking into my concentration is more distracting than hard rock blasting in my head. I’d rather hear Poison or Nirvana or Sex Pistols shouting in my ears words I don’t really understand than hear soft voices talking about things I may know but have no interest of knowing more about.

It’s a noisy world I am in these past few days. It’s not saying I don’t appreciate silence. I do. But it’s a different silence I want, not one dotted with murmurs now and then. Strange, maybe. But music – hard or slow, rock or mellow, intelligible or not – is like coffee to me. It seldom fails to boost my mood.