When asked if I'd rather be blind or deaf, without hesitation, I replied, "Blind."
Hell, I practically already am; I've worn glasses since '83, contacts since '88 when disposables didn't even exist. Imagine, wearing the same contacts for 365 days straight. Gross...no wonder my eyesight sucks. But I digress...
I could NEVER imagine not being able to listen to music. TV or i Pod? iPod hands down. No matter what mood I'm in; I could be having the absolute WORST day ever, if someone were to crank, "I'm bringing sexy back" -- don't ask why, but it was the first lyrical line that popped in my head--, I'd instantly break into dance. Music moves me. Literally and figuratively.
Music saved my life. Somewhere during middle school and throughout my high school and college life, I struggled with depression. And until I faced it --- named it, medicated it and worked thru it --- what kept me alive was music. I survived on The Cure, Nitzer Ebb, Nine Inch Nails, Smashing Pumpkins, Faith No More, RHCP, Nirvana, Alice in Chains, Korn, Radiohead and the beat goes on. They screamed, ranted, punched, kicked and fought for me when I didn't have a voice of my own. They spoke, not only to me, but for me.
Music inspires me...to dance, to write, to create, to play, to connect with others. Music refuels my energy so I can experience my passions.