Recalibration
Feb. 17th, 2011 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morslaI like being awake late at night. The road outside is quiet, and the house is still. It's a time to sit and think; separated from all the chaos and noise of the day. If not for nights like this, I may have lost my mind years ago.
Right now I'm sitting back with my feet on the desk, computer in my lap, headphones on. I've been chasing memories in the depths of the YouTube music video collection. Boy, does it ever have some depths - more often than not I find terrible, terrible covers masquerading as the real thing. Nasally emo kids screech out lyrics, while a guitarist belts out the riff he learned to play on. Yeah, I don't know why I'm doing it either :)
The covers aren't universally terrible. Sometimes a good one turns up, and it's the ghost of such a cover that drives me to click through on all the rest - though I must admit, I haven't made it more than a few seconds into any of the last few.
Something just called for music tonight; pumped in via headphones to make a little bubble of late-night noise, cocooned in the silence draped across my suburb.
Right now I'm sitting back with my feet on the desk, computer in my lap, headphones on. I've been chasing memories in the depths of the YouTube music video collection. Boy, does it ever have some depths - more often than not I find terrible, terrible covers masquerading as the real thing. Nasally emo kids screech out lyrics, while a guitarist belts out the riff he learned to play on. Yeah, I don't know why I'm doing it either :)
The covers aren't universally terrible. Sometimes a good one turns up, and it's the ghost of such a cover that drives me to click through on all the rest - though I must admit, I haven't made it more than a few seconds into any of the last few.
Something just called for music tonight; pumped in via headphones to make a little bubble of late-night noise, cocooned in the silence draped across my suburb.
