It looks like I'm getting back into music to some extent. Strange as it sounds, I went through a period of about ten years hardly ever listening to music. I let my previously fond MP3 collection lay (lie?) fallow and started to live an essentially non-musical life. Simple reason: I found myself in a mood that I can only describe as indescribable….and there is no music that fits indescribable. Happy music sounded wrong. Sad music sounded wrong. Same for angry; mellow; depressive; portentious; eerie; sexy. You name it, it sounded inappropriate. This lasted about a decade.

There were a few rare moments in that time when I had a brief listen of an instrumental or classical piece. I couldn't stand lyrics because nothing any singer ever sang meant anything to me. In fact, it was more than that; all words in songs, even the ones I used to find quite intelligent sounded stupid, pointless and irrelevant. They just couldn't hook into my life. Over the last year or so and especially the last few weeks, I've started to listen again. My moods seem to be going through a more normal range of ups and downs again. So music starts to look useful once more. I do think that music is in part a sort of tool. I'm going to make use of that tool. I also think I ought to be in the Guinness book of records for the longest time ever spent in an indescribable mood.

P.S. Anyone who understands lay/lie has my respect because I've always struggled with it.

How else is natural selection going to work? :-)

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Selective compassion is very common.

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Respect might be the rarest commodity in the World.

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Reading a bit of mediaeval Moorish poetry from Al-Andalus.

I thought it was a broadsheet. Anyway, I've not visited the website for a year or more so I don't know if they are still acting desperate…probably are.

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You have to wonder sometimes don't you? But what I've found is that no trough is ever permanent.

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Thought so. They've obviously graduated from the Guardian School of Solicitation.

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Am I imagining things or does Wikipedia beg for money more than once a year now?

It's all relative. I don't think the stress they feel is like the stress poor people feel. They aren't hounded. Even if they were neurotic to start with you can bet the first £20m they made took the edge off that. There also seems to be a weird sense of smug superiority that rich people possess. Wealth validates their personal sense of worth. 'I made loads of money so I must be better than other people'.

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