Quote by Jules Combarieu

They say that a person’s room says a lot about them. I think the same could be said about hard drives–they are repositories of a person’s interests: what they love, what occupies their time. :3 K’s, for example, is filled with mp3 files of music he loves, or of his own compositions, or of his band’s performances. The percentage that music files fill up in my computer probably won’t even reach 10 percent. Instead, movies, photos, and illustrations clog up my disk space.

I am probably the most tone-deaf person I know (the fact that I was a choir member way back when doesn’t count–I was friends with most of the members and they accepted me right away, without even having to audition, haha), but that doesn’t stop me from loving music some. A lot of people I know spend the most part of the day with earphones plugged into their ears, but I find this really disconcerting. When I can’t hear the sounds of the city–buses honking, engines roaring, cars screeching–I feel like the world is on mute and I am in the spotlight.

Until now whenever someone asks me what kind of music I like, I still have trouble trying to find the right answer. I am not particular with genres or decades, and I am not partial to any singer or band. The songs I like best (such as XTC’s Then She Appeared and Rolling Stones’ She’s Like a Rainbow) are songs that I’ve heard from TV shows, movies, and videos that I liked.

The real pleasure of music, for me, doesn’t come from just listening to it. It comes from being a part of the experience and not merely an audience–you may be the composer, or the guitarist, or the singer. I’m no good at singing, of course.

But I find that it’s more fun to sing your heart out when you don’t have to worry about hitting the right notes.