Most days I will listen to music and not really connect with it. Oh I hear it and enjoy it, but it does not hit that pleasure center deep inside. Once in awhile and occasionally, the moment and the music mesh perfectly. Right now is one of those moments.
As I have for the last month or so, I woke up at 2:30 AM and began my day. I would prefer to start my day around 5:00 AM or so, but well, if my body says it's time to wake up, I don't fight it anymore. Sleep is way overrated anyway.
Put a pot of coffee on. Went outside while it brewed and communed a moment or two with the pre dawn dark. Heard something stirring in the pucker across the road. Noticed the three day rain had finally stopped. Went back inside and poured a cup from that fresh pot of coffee.
Came in the office and punched up "Deja Vu", Crosby Stills, Nash, & Young's second album. When “Helpless” came on, one of those rare perfect moments happened. The song, my mood, the quiet of a house still asleep – all came together to create a moment of serenity for me. I forgot for a moment the baggage I insist on dragging around with me day in day out. I forgot the pains I wake up with every morning. All negative wavelengths were suspended for the forty minutes it took to play the album. Damn, I love those moments.
I had hopes I could stretch this special moment by punching up the predecessor band to CSN&Y, Buffalo Springfield.
In the click of a mouse, that special moment passed. No Buffalo Springfield was embedded on the hard drive yet. I had the CDs. For some reason I had neglected to rip it to my library. Nothing shoots that special moment in the butt quicker than unrequited craving. So I fed the critters.
Back in the office, I found the Buffalo Springfield CD and ripped it into my puter. A couple of songs into "Last Time Around", something even more special than a single special moment happened. I ended up with a second special moment in a row. Twice in less than two hours, music and moment tied together to save me a little longer from facing my day. A very rare two fer dropped in.
Memories from back in the day floated in, floated out. Images of freaks shoulder to shoulder facing down soldiers with guns. The words "Almost Cut My Hair" blasted through and for a time I was once again young, numb, and full of cum.