My muse

Last night we went and saw Rob Thomas and Jewel at Red Rocks. I have followed Matchbox since the day they came out and haven't missed Rob Thomas once. He didn't let me down last night either. It's hard to discribe my feelings about music. It touches my very core. It can bring you up or take you down. I hear the words that the artist put out there and know that at sometime someone was feeling the exact same way I do. I'm never alone with them. Music is my rock, the only constant in my life. Think about it though. No matter where you're at or what you're doing there is music in the background. It's always there for you. You've had a bad day and come home and put in something a little somber. Or it's been a great day and you put in something that has you dancing all over. Roadtrip with the window down and the music cranked. The feeling is untouchable. Back when I was a teenager and had a bad day I'd grab my walkman and rain or shine just take off for a walk. I preferred the rain. Then no one could tell when I was crying and it felt as though it was washing it all away. I was 110% by the time I got back home. There are very few things in life that you know will always be there. Through the good, the bad, and the ugly it will never let me down.