Music music music…these days are full of music…I’m going through all my old records…not because I want to lament, but because I realised I missed them. Almost every song in my collection connected to the memories…listening to them like turning pages of an old photoalbum…from the old Sting’s Desert’s Rose to the latest Teddy Thompson's I Don’t Want To Say Goodbye…and whichever is in the middle…no time related sequences at all…I’ve discovered Yes after Beach Boys and Merle Haggard after Kenny Chesney…songs arrived as they did, when I was ready to listen I suppose…Sunday evening I’ve curled on the sofa, switched off the lights and listened to Enya’s Amarantine…how long ago I did that – did the listening as a separate activity and not as background to something else…felt so right…music is something very special to me…