Hello Lovely Dove,
How very kind and darling of you to send such dear words my way. My heart always takes little leaps when I read such sweetness.
I have decided to turn your question into a longer text post, is that alright dear? I couldn’t help myself for I love that there seems to be the right kind of music for my every quirk and eclecticism. Life becomes a story, with soundtracks for each moment of the day:
Mornings, I’ll wake to celtic music and harp strings pattering like golden raindrops against my wall of sleep. Before dawn’s fog lifts, Morrissey will croon softly and sadly in my ear with his lilting bravado. En route to class, you may find me twirling to Francoise Hardy or putting on a brave smile to Stevens’ “Wild World.”
Classes will have me fervently taking notes on my laptop until I notice my fingers on the computer keyboard seem to be drumming out a hook from some contemporary pop band with a clever name. Perhaps I’ve missed lunch that day in favour of scribbling poetry or painting in the shade, a slightly dissonant Fiona Apple tune hovers in the background. Later, progress on my twenty-paged essay could be improved were a couple of friends not over with Beatles vinyl’s - but moments like these are priceless.
Should time allow, I might tug my schoolgirl ribbons to send down a waterfall of hair, rippling in the breeze on a drive with mates along the coast, the radio blaring a Zeppelin classic or “Crazy” by Aerosmith. We’ll watch the sunset in silence as a piece from The Carpenters tells us how lovely we are (and we nearly believe it).
As the sun melts into the night, I can be found blathering on the faculty club terrace about historical discoveries, enjoying an old Sinatra record and a glass of cider with a professor friend. Back in my room as sleep draws near, any number of musical threads may follow me onto pastel sheets, Vivaldi? yes please.