To The Heavens, Earth And Seas.

One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
 - Thomas Osbert Mordaunt

Yesterday morning I got into the car and started the engine. The engine is doing that again now, which is nice. I was in kind of a rush to beat the traffic, so I peeled out straightaway, figuring I'd decide on music once I was moving.

I was in a pretty damn good mood, probably the best mood one can be in when they're running slightly late for work on a Tuesday morning. But I still hadn't decided on music by the time I reached the East Brunswick Project. That was ok, I reasoned. Some song would pop into my head while I was waiting for coffee, and I'd put that song on when I got back into the car.

No song appeared. I crossed Lygon Street without a tune. It was kinda strange. I got in the car, pulled back out into traffic, held the iPod in my hand, scrolling through the list of artists. I'm a guy with eclectic tastes, and up until now I was certain that I had something, some genre of music, some song for every occasion or whim. Lygon turned into Holmes, which then turned into Nicholson. I got stuck behind a tram for a bit, turned right onto Bell, immediately left onto Elizabeth. Still no song. When it came time to head right on Murray Road I gave up and put the iPod back into the dashboard. All along Plenty Road, all the way into the Coles carpark, over to the Red Rooster opposite school, I drove in complete silence.

So today's Music Wednesday isn't about music, but rather the absence of it. I was pretty confused by my momentary inability to choose a song, but wasn't upset or annoyed. Like the other day when I couldn't find any words, I just figured there was stuff going on that I didn't understand, that was beyond my comprehension, that was bigger and more important than anything I could stick words or music to.

That kind of thing used to bug me, but for some reason, it doesn't now.