Weekend...

THANK you firstly to michael, for dedicating that piece of artistic prose to me when i really needed it, and i must say, it was very efficacious (in more ways than one) and rather ameliorated my despondency. thanks for trying, but i think ive reached the point where even friends' and family's consolation cannot hope to completely deter the occurrences of these feelings. but never mind that.

I wish that i could express myself through music, and write songs, and compose the music for it, songwrite, compose, but i can't. i think that to be able to express how one truly feels through music, through song, is the most beautiful thing that humans can do. the expression of the inner self manifesting itself in the form of music is, i must say, a most simple yet sophisticated idea. there are so many nuances in music, which correspond to the subtleties of the human emotions, that i feel the two were made for each other, inseparable. sure, i may have written some "songs", but they're just strings of words without music. besides, i don't even think they can be called songs; they're just not fit to be given that prestigious title.

Whatever it is, i really applaud all singer-songwriters out there, even those not reputed for a distinguished singing career, because they have done what not many of us dare to; follow their dreams. although it may not end up as well for some of them (think paris hilton, im sry i had to type that name, watch your screens for any smoking), but for most others, it becomes their life and soul, and it is those people whom i would, given the chance, wish to emulate as best as i can. theres a reason why amy lee is my piano idol, and favourite band, a reason why i love kelly clarkson to bits even if her latest album wasnt well received. its because these people know their music, and just listening to their music is enough for me.