Addictions

So I've struggled with plenty an addiction. And the latest one is incredibly harmless. For the most part, I'm not smoking cigarettes anymore. That's a big step in the right direction. But as my consumption of nicotine has waned, my consumption of music has increased. I've always been a huge music-lover, probably because deep down I really wish that I could have my own rock and roll band. But since I lost all ability to play music and my singing is limited to my car, the rock band is highly unlikely.

Instead, I blast tunes as loud as I can stand it. I drop B off at work and begin my thirty minute commute to an utterly boring temp job in Maple Grove. Thirty minutes is a enough time to get in some good music listening. The thing is, I'm stuck on Dave Matthews. And when I say stuck, I mean, obsessively stuck. Yes, I just bought a membership to the Warehouse. And I keep at least one of his CDs within a foot radius of me at all times. I don't know what it is. My only consolation was talking with a friend who said she has the same problem. With Dave. So I guess it's not just me. Although maybe I wish it was.

His new album is beautiful. It seems that every song is about being madly in love, heartbroken or drunk. And somehow, I think that is a beautiful slice of life.