It's in the layers

I think about music an awful lot, and I also acknowledge a connection in all art in that the layers and complexities compel us to pay attention and get involved in more than a casual way. Passion in moderation is probably the best description. You know when you play the shit out of a song or just look at painting until you have to go home, or read a poem by Bukowski that justs hits it for you. How about when you have a day that works that way. When your conversations and internal dialog match up with the soundtrack of your life and your external experiences. It's rare but when you're in the midst of it, it's almost like everything is brighter and more tangible. Ere