My name is Ryan

Music is a portal to the mind, a gateway to the brain, an open door to thought and physiology. It morphs and bends the way we think, creating something from where the was once nothing. Music is the god of our day and age. Music sells shoes, music creates social groups, and music helps us remember.

If music is all of these things, what isn't music? Certainly any given form of art has its limitations, and one can only assume this is true of music.

I don't really want to know what music isn't. That isn't interesting. The feelings generated by music, they are interesting. Just like my thought processes running rampantly through my mind and through my fingers, becoming the words in this poorly thought out blog post.

I plant a small seed of music in each day of my life, thanks to the random functionality of my iPod's playlist. Will I have a good day? Will I have a bad day? Will I experience any given moment of my day or will I be replaced with some creature that calls itself Ryan and answers to Ryan?

On the days I get replaced, I can't help but feel bad for the people that encounter me. I can only imagine what strange things it tells people as the beat of any given song repeats endlessly in its mind.

Love Ryan