Music on my mind, strings of my heart

If you have read carefully posts and pages here, my love for music, especially electronic genres (trance, deep house, Ibiza beach’s warm melodies; occasionally some good old classical pieces), is nothing new.

Even right now, while my fingers are busy helping my thoughts to make a digital appearance on our modern time’s canvas, to paint out moments and stories, my ears and parts of my minds are dancing to incredible rhythms. Best to describe the euphoria of music would be a club track’s lyrics (song at the end of this lament torture, feel free to skip to there):

You got me strung up like a puppet
Hung up on a thin, red line
You got me caught up in your loving
Stuck here in my love sick night
And I’ve been trying
To pick myself up of the floor
And I’d been lying
Say’n’ I don’t want you anymore
You got my blind heart holdin’ onto you
And I don’t know where it’s going
Or what it will do
And I try to control it
But control is what I lose
You got my blind heart holdin’ onto you
Just let it be (just let it be)…
And me….?
Just letting it to be:
me and my music2
Logic dictates, as music lover and user of a variety of technologies (also, IT interested since my 10th) for life, I used to experiment with expressing myself through melodies, not just words. Today is a day to showcase something from, though, many works from the past got lost sadly, so SoundCloud can’t contain them all. But those experimental pieces I still have, I certainly can present (be aware of: these are by NO MEANS works of a pro, do not expect such either!):

And now the song, promised at the start, the track behind the quoted lyrics:

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