Tunage rocks my world

I wish my life could be Hollywood-ized. I’d be super pleased with a happy ending, Channing Tatum, and awesome clothes…but mostly, I just want good songs to randomly start playing in every moment of my life.

A happy, carefree one for my walks to class. A chill, relaxing one to set the mood for a rainy day spent in bed. An upbeat, joyful one for those moments when dancing seems to be the only appropriate action.

It would also make awkward moments substantially less awkward because instead of uncomfortable silence, one could simply nod his/her head to the tune of the background music and say, “Good song.” Mission accomplished. Awkward moment effectively eliminated. Unless the other person didn’t like the song…then things would just get tense.

Urban dictionary, an extremely trustworthy source (in my opinion) when it comes to both standard and obscure words/phrases, defines music as being “indefinable by words alone. It is not only something you hear but what you feel. It is something your soul can reach out and touch. It originates from all over the world since time began. Complex or simple, fast or slow, loud or soft. It is what you feel, or it could be your method of escape or it could just keep you alive.”

To put it simply, I concur. Even though I don’t have a soundtrack following me everywhere I go, I do quite literally live my life to the tunes of my favorite artists. My music’s on loud, and it’s on often. Actually, it’s on always. Between classes, as I do homework, when I cook, as I fall asleep. It’s even playing in my head when I’m separated from any other means of tunage.

I have an artist for every mood, and a song for every moment. I dabble in just about everything, except in the music that personifies cruel and unusual torture, otherwise known as the country genre.

I can’t sing, and I can’t play any instruments, but music makes my life make sense.

Maybe I’ll even invent a floating radio someday.