The Love Gathered in a Mix Tape

Love is a matter of eternal questions. Yes. There is no right definition. Love is just love. And when love meets music, what happens? Do we collect the love into our most memorable songs or love fills the moment of the song and later on it is past?  Or do the music keeps the love sounding into the void ?
Recently I've read Love is a Mix Tape by Rob Sheffield. It is an amazing book! Undoubtedly! Definitely! It is a life woven into string, songs and remarkable non-turns. Every chapter welcomes with a list of songs taped. I asked myself. What is it about? Is it about life? or is it about love? Or love to music? Is there a clear answer for my vision? No.
Love is a happening. Love is not an object or subject. But neither is music. It is a soul. Strangely, non of us realises how amusing can  Difference be before living through it. For example, how different love can be from in love? If you have been in loved, you can undoubtedly remember a song or two that marks your crush. Oblivion by Bastille is a sample in terms of my crush. It was a long-time crush dedicating me to total obsession with this song. The song now reminds me of these September days during which I waited. Just waited to meet a pair of eyes. Not this piece of music is a reminder and carries my story. But... Is it the story that marked the song or the song marked my story?...
These questions raised while I was reading the book. If I was in loved once and now I just listen to these songs what will happen? Metaphysics can't really help here, huh? It is more of a component than a solution. The author says that if you gather all your mix tapes in one place, you'll get the story of your life. It is a brilliantly said truth. Spoken out loud. I often think of summarising my story so far, but I am not sure if some time later my story will receive a totally different meaning.
Can we say our musical history can be taken into new aspects? Is I possible to change our so-far history only by a single sip of coffee at the station?!
There are so many questions about love and music and history. They ate actually too much. The one thing that Rob Sheffield taught me for sure is that music is a carrier of love. Love at any level. Love of anyone to anyone. Love in the cake you ate yesterday under Sting's Desert Rose. Love is everywhere in everything. Music is also everywhere. It is glorious power that knows no obstacle to enchant both souls and minds. Music keeps safe the love you felt that day on the train. Music is what preserves it after you got distracted.
Thanks Rob! :)
I'll remember what you said and keep it into Losing My Religion day after day. Ok, I've just overdramatized this blog. I am quitting now. You all got the point. Listen the music and feel what you feel. You will feel it again sometime in prospect. :)

Pre - Birthday Black Sun .

The hideous word birthday is literary under my skin these days. Everyone smiling at you, with semi-cared expression, showing their joy that ypu exist.
The brutal truth?!
Who actually cares if you were born on this day?!...
Let's simplify things. Imagining you din't exist, what would your friends do? Have other friends. Know somebody else appealling to them. Share different moments. Yes. It is the truth. Everyone is so happy you were born because they can't really imagine the Spectacular Now without you. But, think, do you try to imagine your own life without your friends? No, right?
Too much questions.
I am sullen ow because my pre-birthday mood instead of happy jumping is set to thinking of the probable non-existence. Mhm. Depressing? Not even close.
You know, Death Cab For Cutie are a great band. I love their style. Recently, I've been listening to their song, Black Sun, and I find it quite melancholically awakening. It opens your eyes of the world outside. Wheter the girl on the station, waiting for her bus, is eating and laughing, or the boy, beneath the muddy stairs, is upset about last night fight... Do you first think of their birthday? I don't think so. They are players in the same game as we are. Our imagining their problem is a part of the game. Yes. And when we have friends we don't imagine. We ask them. We get know them. We suppose. But don't actually imagine.
And don't think of the words "I can imagine how hard it is." followed by a brief sorrow. Come on, hardly anyone tells it because it is a statement of undoubted truth. Most of them just feel the need to tell something. I got it recently by meeting a semi-stranger. I was confused to keep quiet and say nothing. I shared my confusion. He answered he never feels uncomfortable to keep quiet. Then... I got it.
Most of the pre-birthday talking, the words of consideration and the trivial answers are indeed trivial .
My next step is to find the people that can aunderstand only by keeping quiet. That's not pure friendship. That's complicated art.
Of course, these are just thoughts of a sullen pre-birthday person. A Black Sun. 

   How could something so fair

 Be so cruel

When this black sun revolved

Around you

"Like a Satellite"....

Random day. Practice C1 book on the table. Eating. Searching through Youtube.

I found the German Eurovision representator in.. I forgot the year. It's Lena with her song Satellite. I have had just a few moments in my life ( so far )  to experience finding out a song that describes myn feelings in the past but at a current moment. I start thinking: How are we supposed to get advice and recognition of our feelings just after we had taken action?
I am really astonished by the trivia of our lives. It is inevitable we made mistakes. Ok. But, leaving the scars of our mistakes and ongoing stories, how entartaining life can be with all of its curves and jokes?
Don't worry - you'll make your mistakes today. That's fine. You'll suffer. You'll get depressed. You'll lose friends. You'll talk to strangers. All of these are fine. They are natural in their non-aesthetisc shades. But how hard will you laugh when hearing the lyrics of the song you needed half a year ago?! How would you feel realising that your feelings are put in a song you are listening to at the present moment? As if one has burried your feelings in a book waiting for you at the attic, dusty and mature with all this time...
Let's take for example Emil Konrad's book. It's not the paperback novel that can be encountered on a shelf at the bookstore, but is undoubtedly not a sample of modern genius's work. Still, I found out how disturbing it may be to read your past from the sit on the afternoon train. It was an experience of getting to know yourself years after living through a definite moment. Same is the connection with songs - they are there ( not on a shelf but still in the space ), waiting for your arrival, never giving you a special sign of their significance, magnidicently glowing between the spacial distrubution of the Nothing and your intensely fulfilled inner matter.
So, the next question is on the line:
How can we possibly get rid of a period in our existence when a song, a book or simply a girl sitting on the bus stop may result in our memories coming flooding back.