The Hills Are Alive

I was reflecting the other day about the pleasure I find in listening to music. I think I almost take it for granted, but I'm always close to it. From the home stereo, to the pimped-out car system (with subwoofer), to the iPod, to the computer, I'm almost constantly exposed to sounds that thrill my senses. Well, most of the time they thrill my senses. Sometimes they shrill my senses.

I've also always had this desire to learn to play. About 10 years ago, I started taking piano lessons. Lasted for about 5 years, then I basically lost the motivation to practice. Haven't played since. I chalk it all up to the changing circumstances of life, and new interests and responsibilities. Somewhere in there, I also dabbled with the classical guitar. I still have the piano, but not the guitar.

In the past couple years, I've gotten more into electronic music. I'm drawn to the grooves, and the layering of sounds and textures fascinates me. I think alot of the creative ideas in music are happening in the electronic realm, as opposed to rock, etc. I had a former pastor declare once that he thought the music in heaven would be country.

Wouldn't that more properly be described as hell?.