oh.... ye-ah....

having a Phantom of the Opera moment today. I love to turn the volume way up and just let the music wash over me. My dream gift would be the CD set of Weber's Phatom, the full version in the double CD jewel case, with the black cover, white mask, red rose.... that would be just SOO-o-o-o-o cool.

of course, if i were at home, i could turn up the tape loud enough to feel the music... can't do that here at the office.

Think of Me.... it's like the ultimate cory song; i listened to the words today and it's so... accurate. when Christine sings it at the beginning of the opera....

it is so weird to be content, but restless at the same time.

i wish that michael had more of a love for "culture"... fine dining, opera, orchestra. i just love classical music, the way the sound swells over and around you, to carry you away on a wave of music...

[sigh]

and it all comes back to the interests that i want to share. i want to share with michael. but he's not interested. curses, curses on me for marrying a logical computer programmer. will he ever understand the art in my soul? i don't know. he doesn't understand why i want to put 5 classical cd's in and turn them up as loud as i can and just sit and listen.... he doesn't love phantom... or even any theater...

and there is more soft fuzzy art in me than hard logic and organized thought. who shall i share with? who can i share with? that is the part of me that was stifled, that was dying inside. i can't live without art, without music...