The Seventh Avenue Express

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January 25, 2010 - 11:00:21 PM | January 26, 2010 - 7:33:30 PM

The Seventh Avenue Express

I have a habit of listening to one piece of music quite often. Right now it is the piece here but this changes as often as I can discover it. I tend to hear something and then play it endlessly over any given amount of time, over and over and over and over. I sometimes start this way of listening to something while I work alone in front of a computer but only after certain hours or during distinct moments or maybe sometimes when in transit from one place to another. It is in this cycle that I feel a comfort like I otherwise never experience. During the past two train rides I have been on, this particular piece of music was again playing in my headphones while I sat there alone. Over and over and over it played and I was not feeling the comfort I once did within it and I was listening in a longing to feel this comfort once again.

I boarded these trains, sat down and only then noticed what was taking place directly in front of me and on each occasion, it was this same thing. Only I could see and hear these things together in this way: over and over and only inside my own head.

(Max Richter, Sunlight, Songs From Before)