That One Perfect Sound

I'm always questing. It sounds pretentious? Nerdy? Daft? Well it's true. I'm always questing for that one perfect album or song that reverberates throughout my innards and lances down my back before lodging in my hind brain and demanding replay.

When writing the sounds that come packaged with the world seem insignificant, yet filled with distraction. Even the silence of deep night is deafening in its annoyance. But into this mess flow my favoured sounds; a wall of noise that grants a curious mixture of relaxation and blazing energy. Then I write.

It's not a quest that can ever be completed. My tastes, opinions, feelings and those of people around me are fluid and malleable. My brain won't tolerate stagnation. I guess the best I can hope for is a cycle of new to old, as previous favourites fade in memory and their attraction grows anew. But for now my quest continues.