While listening to Toxic, yet again
I've realized that your attitude to music determines your attitude towards people. And in the same way that I'll listen to hit songs on repeat for a period of time, wearing them out and then turning to other things, I turn down the volume on people after I inundate myself with them. I get to the point where I'm thinking, you're still a great song, but I need to put on something else, something different, because I've memorized you: your rhythm, your dynamics, your tunes. Then I find myself scrolling down my iTunes list, looking for anything to regain that excited frisson of a new download, anything that's less cliche - and sometimes I find, even silence is better.
I don't want to wake up next to a one-hit wonder, or watch sunsets with a pop chart-topper. See, music is all about layers of sound and tones and colour, and I want someone who has seemingly infinite, intricate layers so, instead of leaping up to hit the off button on the radio, I could curl up with them and say, sure, I'll listen to you again.