It's a Nice Place to VisitI must have a brain tumor of sorts.
When I hear some songs, or more specifically, perform some songs the broadcast of sensory information stops for me and I am simply not there. I am unsure where the world is. I used to be surprised by the post-semi-mortem (heh) of whatever the hell it is my body did while I was away. Sometimes I freeze mid-motion, though most often people tell me I make faces, uncontrollable and spastic, ususally joyous - especially while playing the drums.
In addition to being funny-looking (and compelling for an audience) it is discomfiting to me later. Odd and vaguely frightening.
Wherever I happen to go in those moments, I know it's a better world of inspiration than this. Nearly every time I return with an ambition to aid people - some strong, altruistic testament whose intensity and duration lasts exactly seven seconds before I determine either the sacrifice too great, the plan too untenable, or myself too shallow.
I'm reminded of this as I'm currently listening to some Citizens tracks' recorded this winter and for once I-