Sha la la la

So I'm pretty into my music, me. I do love it. A few months back I was abroad and had many long car journeys to make and music was a big comfort. My mp3 player inexplicably stopped working one night and I was genuinely, actually, really distressed. I distinctly remember texting a good friend of mine complaining about it and then, when realising the extent of my distress asking the same friend if it was possible to be addicted to music, and if so, was I? Unfortunately due to circumstances which I was unaware of my excellent friend had gone on a drunken rampage and had managed to lose her phone. I can't remember the exact details, probably the excitement of finding a stick or something. Phone... Stick... Phone.... Stick... Stick... Yeah! Stick! These things happen, I can picture the thought process.

Anyway so when I received no reply to my pathetically panicky text messages my neurotic state of mind naturally caused me to convince myself that I am, totally and utterly addicted to music. Now I have calmed down (mp3 is working again) and I am in a (slightly) more rational state of mind I do stand by this conviction. However, subsequent circumstances have caused me to wonder if perhaps I am just primitive to the extent of just liking "noise" per se. There was a period of time when my car radio was not working and so rather than drive to work each day in total silence I poached my parents SatNav so I could be given unnecessary directions. Who am I kidding? Really I just used it as a talking point, never has "at the next left, bear right" lead to such a stimulating one-sided discussion of South Northamptonshire roads. It was pretty wild.

But this is a digression. Music is bloody ace, and I continue to indulge my addiction regularly. Currently a massive fan of Spotify - wonderful invention that it is. Despite it forcing me into adding the guy who sounds like a darlek onto my list of people to punch in the face I still persist. The shared playlist is wonderful, although to be used with caution. I added the song "Romeo and Juliet" by Dire Straits to a shared playlist and was mightily confused when it seemed to have disappeared the next time I checked the list. This led to a flurry of confusion on my part, had I deleted it? Had I even ADDED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE? Had Spotify deleted it? It was relatively traumatic. The explanation came when I was voicing these theories about where it had mysteriously gone to the other party of the shared playlist who eventually quietly confessed that... she had actually deleted it. It was firmly established that it was gone not from a point of abhorrance but because it was one of her favourite songs ever and for reasons of preservation, deletion was essential. I was happy with that, it put my mind at rest and smoothly avoided the awkwardness of a situation of deleting a track which you think is shite, but your friend thinks is the best thing since eggy bread. Ah, the complications.

Maybe this is what I actually love more, the drama and the complications behind music. Something stops working, something disappears, you hear 2 lyrics of a song can't remember the rest and spend the remainder of your day with it gnawing away at the back of your brain like a piece of apple stuck between two teeth.

Well, fucking brilliant I say, long live my addiction to music and everything it entails. Sha la la la.