Life has been, in my experience, a bunch of waiting followed by an explosion of things just short of what I can’t handle.

For reasons that escape me, I’m listening to music again tonight.

Bringing me back to trance, which is pretty much notorious for going absolutely nowhere for four to five minutes before finally losing the plot for several bars ahead of getting to the point.

Look: I love the genre, but you really have to be invested to put up with it, as I’ve learned from friends. They want tracks done by the time the foreplay is just beginning; I’m rarely interested in something that doesn’t run at least eight minutes.

But, you see, here is the parallel to my life, and why I think trance attached itself like a fungus: devoid of direction, followed by complete collapse before triumphantly being assertive in major (usually … some trance is in minor past the breakdown, and that’s certainly for a certain mood).

It’s always wait, wait, wait, oh fuck, shit went off the rails, and oh, look, here’s a solution. I don’t know a better way to describe trance.

Maybe that’s why it speaks to me so deeply. I don’t need lyrics – make me feel.