I just put Violator on, and I was kind of taken back to when I first bought the album. I remember I bought it at Wal-Mart in Mesquite after eating breakfast with the guys. I think I was 17, it was junior year of high school.
This was back in the good ol' days of listening to everything on my portable CD player with headphones. I think that's why I fell so in love with music, because there is this immersive effect when you listen to something on headphones. It feels like you're in the center of the world that's being created around you with sounds. You can close your eyes and you're somewhere else, and depending on what you're listening to, that place is sexy, or scary, or, in the case of listening to something like Nickelback, complete and utter hell.
I remember when I got home from school that day, I popped the CD in and put on my headphones and I was instantly taken away. The opening synth bass part has this great groove, and then the drums kick in and you've jumped in.
I guess I had, on some level, forgotten the joy of losing myself in music. I don't do it near enough anymore. I still listen fairly often and I'm okay about listening to new shit and not just the things I love. I also listen to a lot of podcasts, though. Perhaps I need to swing the pendulum back the other way.
Back to reading about migrants and refugees.