There is something about music which simply hits my button. I can’t explain what it is, but when I hear certain tunes, certain musical works, I get all weak-kneed and dewy-eyed. I prefer not seeing the people who are performing and simply concentrating on the music itself since, I know from experience, hearing a person sing creates far more in my mind than actually seeing their face, and many of the voices simply do not match up with the person themselves. How many times have I heard a beautiful, moving song which has just made me want to get right down to lovemaking, and then seen the ugly thing behind the fantasy?
Anyway, I got to thinking about music recently, not just because I love listening to it and often have the radio on even if it’s just in the background, but because of this photograph.
Now, isn’t this one of the best reasons a person can imagine to get into music?
Love & Kisses, Viki.