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"Hey, Johnny... What's it like? To be in love?" The black haired boy looked at his friend with eyes of genuine curiosity. They were sitting at a table, alone in a corridor adonboned by other students who had left for class; it was only them who had decided to take the hour off from English. The boy he was talking to, a tall, handsome blonde (such a cliché), leaned back in his chair and thought about it for a minute. "Well...", he said after a while, pausing to sit up straight and run his fingers through his hair. "Think of it as music. You've heard a fair amount of it; some good, some not so good. One or two songs have even been so skillfully made they sound perfect." He chose this approach because he knew it would appeal to his friend - a silent, shy musician - and nothing else could really explain the way he felt about Kimmy. He had never thought he would care for her, let alone love her; although her friends knew his and she was invited to every party he went to, he never saw it as an option. To fall in love with the girl everybody jokingly said he would. So, he'd forgot about it, kissed girl after girl without thinking they could ever mean something to him, until one day he stumbled across her darkbrown eyes that somehow spoke to him. And that was it. "Then you hear this one song. It's not at all that great, has a few glitches, many flaws, and could be improved. But it still makes you forget all other songs you've ever heard in your entire life. It hits you like a ton of bricks, it touches your soul, moves you inside. It's more than just a beautiful sound. You don't just listen to it. You feel it. And suddenly you never wanna turn off the music. You can't see yourself listening to any other song but that one."

Alltså, bara för att jag älskar min Johnny och min Kimmy. <3

Men, det finns faktiskt en poäng med det här. Igår när jag tog mig tid att läsa bloggar märkte jag hur vanligt det är att man pratar om musik som man gillar. Och att gilla musik, tycker jag, är ett otroligt luddigt koncept; på vilket sätt gillar man musiken, och vilken del av musiken är det man gillar? Är det ljudet? Är det känslan? Är det för att man relaterar till texten eller för att låten bara är allmänt välgjord? Det varierar, säkerligen. Därför tänkte jag försöka göra en lista med musik som helt enkelt berör mig.
And I mean, in an almost moved to tears, sort of way.

All I See - The Magic Numbers
Almost Here - Brian McFadden*
And So It Goes - Billy Joel
Best I Ever Had - Vertical Horizon
Blue And Yellow - The Used
Cancer - My Chemical Romance
Comfortable - John Mayer
Everytime - Simple Plan
Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley
Konstantine - Something Corporate
The Nearness Of You - Norah Jones
New American Classic - Taking Back Sunday
No-One But You - Queen
Run - Snow Patrol
The Scientist - Coldplay
Shine - Plain White T's**
Stolen - Dashboard Confessional
True Romance - Silverstein
We Might As Well Be Strangers - Keane
You're Not Alone - Saosin
4 AM Forever - lostprophets

* He's No Hero, Sorry Love Daddy, och Walking Into Walls av samma artist bör också nämnas.
** Radios In Heaven samt ett antal andra låtar av samma artist bör också nämnas.

Jag har säkert glömt en massa, säkert någonting helt uppenbart också, det brukar bli på det sättet... Hm... Quite interesting that the five songs I chose to emphasize are all about remembering and missing somebody from the past. That's, just... Almost slightly depressing... Guess I should've seen that...

Sincerely Yours,