My song is love...

I always like to listen to music when I write. It takes me to another place and helps drown out all the distractions around me. It taps into some primitive part of my brain where I feel more than analyze, and that is something a complete over-thinker like myself desperately needs to do sometimes. In fact, I could probably use a whole lot more of that in my life if I were being completely honest.

When I sat down to write tonight, I knew exactly what I wanted to listen to in order to help me capture what I was feeling on paper…er keyboard that is.

For several years now Coldplay has been my “go to” band when it comes to songs about love. I wouldn’t say they have written my favorite love song, because I’m not really sure I have one. And even if I had one, I’d probably dump it for a different one next week. I’m highly fickle when it comes to music. But whether it is love lost like in The Scientist or Swallowed in the Sea or unabashed declarations of love like in Yellow or A Message, somehow Mr. Martin and Co. are able to eloquently express what I feel and have felt at important times in my life.

So tonight, as I begin my public writing career I could think of only one song I wanted to have accompany me.

“…And I’m not going to take it back. And I’m not going to say I don’t mean that…My song is love, is love unknown, and I’ve got to get that message home.”