Great post. Thank you.

My mom is very Catholic and I am not so she loves to tell this story. When I was about five or so she heard the stereo cranked up and came to see what was going on. Walked into the living room and there I was in a Jesus Christ pose lying on the floor in front of the speakers with some music blasting. I am not sure but I think it was either Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture or Vivaldi's Four Seasons.

She turned it down and asked "What are you doing?", to which I replied "Listening to God." And I absolutely still feel that way. Music can dig right down into your subconscious, make the world go away and make everything right.

It may seem trite and/or silly but Pink Floyd's album "Dark Side of the Moon" also changed my life... literally. And so that is still one of my comfort albums. I used to sit in the dark in my attic, smoking doobies and listening to music. When I was nearing the end of high school I did not have a plan about what to do. The vast majority of my friends were not heading off to university unless they had athletic scholarships and I did not. I guess my parent's always assumed that I would and both my older siblings went to Uni but I had never really thought ahead about that.

But the lyrics to "Time" made me get up off my ass:

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

p.s. Zero 7 and Thievery Corporation are amazing. I have no idea how I remember this but the first time I ever made risotto my friend put on Lebanese Blonde.