blankie!

i am going to save this one, i promise. in recent times, i have developed a false comfort in my music like a blankie when young. my music has failed me. it has failed to save me from the monsters in my closet and comfort me when my parents are out late at night and the babysitter is a bitch. i never had a bitchy babysitter, but that is what the constant eye of suspicion feels like in a town that has forsaken all decent common sense. the music that i had once reveled in as being all encompassing in spirit and knowledge has become nothing but a comfort i have grown out of. i need a better understanding of the world. a security that makes sense of all the melodrama and harassment that surrounds me. thus, it has commenced. i need psychedelic rock that realized the transitory state of my being. i need make meaning of the emotions and situations i feel, because that is what music does for us. so i have found new hope. grizzly bear. temper trap. beach house. the walkmen. arcade fire (indulging more in the old and new). crystal castles. just to name a few. but give me more! i need more to comfort my soul. i need more to indulge in.