When I was in high school, I was more or less depressed. I don’t know if it was clinical, but it was emotional enough to make me feel horrid a majority of the time. I took to listening to droning, straining, bleeding music. That is, music that made me either cry or put me in “a mood.” And by “a mood” I mean, I would listen to said music and walk around the house with a somber face and lost eyes. Music could affect me in ways nothing else could. I became obsessed with chords and lyrics and the daydreaming as I listened to the music driving to school, or to work, or to dance, or back home at the end of the day. I couldn’t get enough of it, so I would listen to it in the shower, riding in the backseat of my parents’ car on the way to dinner or vacation or family visits, I even started falling asleep to it at night. I would keep myself awake for hours with my ears plugged, and my first year of college, I would walk around campus listening to my iPod on the way to class.
I don’t try to clog my every waking (and sleeping) moment with music anymore. In fact, for a while, I even decided that music was annoying, and preferred driving in my car with nothing but the wind and tires berating my ears. That, however, was a short phase, that maybe lasted a year, but probably not that long. Eventually, I decided I liked music again, and that was due in large part to my 21st birthday, which I spent with friends in Florida, hitting various dance clubs at City Walk. After that, I became absolutely obsessed with getting the latest dance hits. LMFAO, Lady GaGa, Pitbull, Britney, then Fun., The Wanted, Calvin Harris, David Guetta. I have never considered myself much of a music buff, but it excited me to buy new songs by new artists whose instruments and sound systems rocked my ears, made me sing and dance around like a loon while driving, and whose lyrics would randomly burst from my mouth at any given moment.
Then, I discovered Mumford & Sons. Now, before you ask, “You’re just now finding out about Mumford & Sons?” like my co-worker Craig did, I will say that I had noticed that first album on Amazon, had listened to a few of their songs, and kept meaning to buy Sigh No More for the longest time and kept forgetting. However, it wasn’t until the other day when my other co-worker, Kristen, said, “I am absolutely in love with Mumford & Sons right now,” that I remembered they had a new album out, and now would be just as good a time as later to buy their music. So, off to Wal-Mart I went to purchase a iTunes card, and later
