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The music is back

One of the things I've noticed since coming off the Zoloft is that my world seems to be filled with music again. .

I've always been immersed in music. Playing it and listening to it. As a teenager I spent HOURS in my bedroom recording songs from the top 40 on Radio 1. And more hours making thousands of compilation tapes, all called VARIOUS (and yet all somehow distinguishable from each other).

If things were getting me down (boys, school, etc) I'd often make a tape [all of which were] called 'DEPRESSING TAPE' full of sad mopey songs. The compiling of which was cathartic in many ways, and as soon as it was done I invariably felt better and would rarely listen to it, if ever. And of course I also played alot of music... bands, orchestra's, etc. But whatever my mood, there was always music to affirm it, blaring it out in the car, in the house, on a walkman, etc.

Essentially, my entire life, my head has been filled with music all of the time. There's always been one song or another playing up there. Until these wretched pills that is. I swear for the last 4 yrs I've done nothing but listen to the most dire 680 News radio in my car, not finding myself moved by anything musical whatsoever.

I'm finding, at last, that it's coming back though. The last few days I've done nothing but listen to music - old tapes that I'd discovered in the basement mostly, from Duran Duran (natch) to the Wonderstuff, to The Smiths, to all kinds. Dylan is quite impressed and I have been educating him in classic britpop and songs he really ought to know. He asked me for a CD player for his room. And so the cycle continues :-)