muzak kiss

 Maybe it was that time in the quarantine when I was high as a kite, listening to music on a Bluetooth speaker, feeling its every rhythm gnaw through my very soul while I drew, or looked out into the green oblivion while drinking coffee trying to block out the pandemic or maybe it was the sudden surge of electricity that sometimes can shoot through your heels and travel into the chest cavity when suddenly you find yourself resonating with a particular kind of music, that which you know will also be loved by someone who shares some similar tastes for the edge themselves, or it could be both or it could be that this music or maybe this album just denotes that particular time in life when things were a hot mix of fear, anxiety, needs, erogenous sexts, dirty discussions, a fuzzy mix of escalating desires that intersected with an unreasonable love that I find myself revisiting this music/album time and again and each time I gasp, go red and find myself in that space where things were off and yet somehow fun.