D Seph
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Posted: Dec. 08 2008, 18:35 |
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Earlier today, I felt musical. I searched my CDs eagerly in desire of listening to one of them. MSI...Shut Me Up is a good song, but I don't feel like having their unique rock today. Vanessa Mae...I enjoy a beautiful asian playing violin just as much as the next person...but...AHA! Mike Oldfield, Tubular Bells.
I popped my CD in, listening to the occasional skip it made due to its age. Volume up, I listened. Half an hour passes, as I sit, entrapped in his music. Melancholy, dark, and beautiful. The atmosphere was laid the second the CD played. I could hear his music, and all of its beauty, speaking to me. I could feel it, and its desire to be heard. It yearned for me, and I for it. I was hypnotized. Every single sound has me trapped in a world of melancholy. I could not escape it. Though it may be dark, I truly desire it, and more. All of the 7 Deadly Sins could be described in tune with this album of Tubular Bells. The Organ, humming out. The guitars, speaking to me. I was trapped in its beauty, and melancholy. I found myself eager to hear the rest...when...
OH GOD
The Sailor's Hornpipe blasted around the room. I was trapped in a dark, beautiful world, and freed by one of the most unusual tunes to grace a dark album. Mike Oldfield, you're an evil genius!
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