When I'm at my happiest, I tend to listen to the most depressing music: Placebo and The Cure are my staples, for they allows me to acknowledge so terrible internal rage that is at the current time being suppressed.
When I am miserable, I listen to songs that are hypnotic and technological, those that consist of what my brother calls "happy cords" or at least something that will distract me from my own mind through some strange mathematical arrangement of melodies, riffs and notes.
When I am going through a major transitional phase- (such as now)
I always go back to Bob Dylan.
His music makes me imagine myself floating through the library in ancient Alexandria, having an out-of-body experience whilst simultaneously having the whole knowledge of the world, its' entire history that has been and that which is to come, imparted to me. Knowing everything, feeling nothing, whilst paisley smoke-dragons and Pythagoras trees grow out of pages of Latin.
The tragedy of youtube is that it is not equipped with the song I want to post right now. It does, however, contain a huge portion of Mr Dylan's back-catalogue, which I shall proceed to listen to in its entirety at some other point when I am not completely absorbed in Blonde on Blonde.
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