For those of you who don't know, I'm talking about Two Steps From Hell, an incredible duo of composers who create some of the most epic, beautiful and moving music I've ever had the pleasure to listen to.
I've a long history of repeating music over and over to the exacerbation of those around me. I distinctly remember playing a Martin Lass CD over and over (Martin Lass was a semi-famous violinist). I'm not sure what that says about my brain.
Music has always moved me; far more than films ever did, and almost as much as books. In fact, if there wasn't a book that I felt I wanted to read, I would turn to music if I had a bad day. I would just lie in bed and listen, doing nothing else but listening and letting my mind wander.
Those notes; the melodies, the rhythms, the counter melodies... in all these things were hidden dragons and brave knights, powerful matriarchs, slender-fingered assassins. There were remote landscapes of craggy mountains and snow, broad meadows filled with spring blossoms, ancient forests deep and dark.
Music would take me away from everything that hurt and showed me such magic I believed anything was possible.
That magic remains. Every time I hear good music, it captures all of me. I stop what I'm doing to listen. I dissolve into the song. For the four odd minutes the music lasts, I do not exist.
It's such a difficult thing to describe, what music does to me. But good music, it is the best kind of drug. I love it so much.
I could live without seeing another sunrise. I would die if I could never hear music again.
What about you? What is it that makes you forget yourself and the world.
Let me know.