If music doesn't give you goosebumps, you're listening to the wrong kind.

"how are you unwell?" i tell him i cry easily, laugh easily, get angry easily. i get overwhelmed. "that's a sickness?" i ask him what he would call it. "histrionics", he says. "what do you do for it?" i tell him i write books.

i listen to alright music. have a listen.

To thine own self be true.

You see love is a drink that goes straight to my head And time is a lover and I'm caught in her stare And the sentiment there follows me straight to my bed through the night

Thank you to everyone for sharing such wonderful music. One of my goals is to learn how to listen well--it helps having so much extraordinary music all around!

there's a method to my madness and an order to my playlists.

I'd wear your black eyes, bake you apple pies.

I'm crepuscular. I'm complicated because I'm simple.

I'm a music-crazed hedonist from New York who loves to write and practice daily carpe diem.