It’s a gentle tone that carries across and float y my ears. Gentle, but there is a sense of tension in it. There is a sense of something being off, but maybe that’s okay. Maybe that’s an okay thing to deal with right now. Everything doesn’t have to be on all the teem and I am just one person and all of that stuff. I’ve got to think about other things and describing music is not the thing that I will do at this particular point in time. Other things I will do first.

I will blink and I will yawn and as I yawn I will keep on writing as that is what I do. Somehow the yawn does not stop me from doing the writing and so I keep on going and get it all out of the way and all that other stuff.

Anyway, I’ll write about music later. That is what I want to do later. Right ow I just want to write about this and describer what this is and get it across in a way that makes sense so as to be able to make sure that it all makes sense and makes sense in a way that makes sense.

Makes sense?

Anyway, I still hear sound. There still is a beat that comes forward and it is slow and steady and nothing special, but it is not offensive. It’s pleasant in its inoffensiveness, though perhaps that is not a good thing and there are other things that should be considered about the beat.

What purpose does it serve? Does it serve that purpose well? Is there only to be a beat or is it adding a bit more? Does it delineate the rhythm into smaller chunks, or does it stay constant and drive forward? And so on and so forth.

Perhaps this is not something that I should be spending time thinking about, but I like to think about these things. I like to think about music and how it effects things. I like to think about the beat and what the beat is doing. Is the percussion sufficient or is the percussionist overplaying? And so on and so forth.

Perhaps it is something that I might be spending too much time thinking about when it comes to this particular song, however.

Anyway, I think I’ve said all that I can as now the beat has disappeared and I’m elsewhere. I’m not in that song anymore and I’ve moved into another song. There is something in the shift in moods and tones, though maybe it’s not really that much of a shift in those despite what the shift in sound suggests.

Still, there’s not much else to say for now. I’m sure there will be other things to say later, however. Until then, I will let this droning music continue on and find its end, for it is something that I’m listening to and it’s enjoyable to listen to, or at least satisfying.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:59:76

I’m not sure as to what I was going for here.
It’s rather uneven, I think.

Written at home.