A friend got me hooked on to Keane. When they released their first album, a while back, I was a little tired of Oasis and Red Hot Chilli Peppers. As a result, their music slipped under the radar. Until now. The fact that they use a piano as a lead instrument, instead of guitars puts them in my favorite list of bands. Their latest album is a lot grungier, more synthesized sounds. I prefer their initial sound, but that's a preference that might change.
It's been a long day. I drove many miles. It ended with a prolonged game of basketball. I got home late, sore and ready to plop down on my semi-feather, semi-rock haven for the night with a book.
Keane and Murakami. That combination is deadly for a merry disposition. I am always happy, but at times (present time included), I plunge into a deep abyss of thought. Not leading anywhere, no conclusions drawn, just a deep, philosophical wonder at life. Inconclusively churning thoughts, pondering random events of the day.
We've got it all wrong and we all know there's things out of whack. Some people think they know the answer, but they never stop searching. I'm not referring to religion or truth as a single entity. I just want to point out the silliness of making life out to be a rat race, chasing after the elusive cheese. How was your day? What did you today that you actually wanted to do? What did you do today just because you had to or because everyone else does it too?
Draw your own conclusions. Spend some time in thought and search out your own answers. Don't be lazy. I'm going to bed.
