Desire.

Good sound production is like decent sex.

Even if it's totally lacking in lyrical sensibility.

I love words and I love subtlety (just in case you didn't already know).

I love how people are able to use poetry to infer ideas, emotions and ideas.

I almost always pick love over lust.

But every so often you get a good bass line that overpowers everything else and it's easy to turn a blind eye to the lack of intelligence, or connection, or beauty in the words (let's just extend that to also being able to turn a blind eye to the lack of these things in boys).

(No Church in the Wild- deception is the only felony, so don't fuck anybody without telling me)

At our core, we're all motivated by our animalistic instincts. I think we're taught by our parents and society to repress that for the sake of etiquette and to meet basic expectations.

That's probably what pushes people to indulge in alcohol, or drugs, to free themselves from all the barriers that we construct from the time we know how to talk.

Music is part of establishing connection- people go out to drink, to dance and to hook up because it's what they've wanted to do all week, while sitting behind desks, drowning in lecture slides and 'behaving appropriately.' We're accused by our elders of having 'first world problems'- supposedly those in poorer economic situations are less likely to do these things or be motivated by these things, trying instead to fill their stomachs and minds.

I beg to disagree. It's all animalistic. The difference is our bellies are already full and our basic needs are taken care of- so we're out searching to fulfill the next thing. A luxury maybe, to be able to chase lust and sense of identity, but any person in the world is running after the same things- food, water, shelter, comfort, sex, identity, meaning, success, power, freedom (usually in that order).

We're all the same underneath all the 'context' and the experience, religions and ideals. We really do all want the same basic things.

Sometimes we just need to get lost in a bass line, or in somebody's bed.