The auditory comfort blanket...

I've been expanding my music collection recently, buying up cheap compilation albums to copy to my computer. I have a kind of mission to collect as many of my favourite songs as possible, and the computer's a wonderful way to have them all to hand at the same time, without needing to keep searching through hundreds of CDs. I will snap up any album, provided at least a third of its playlist contains songs I don't yet own.

I've been listening to random tracks this evening, and it never ceases to amaze me how I can hear a song and, quite literally, feel all fuzzy inside. *grins*

I grew up listening to my father's choice of radio stations - generally oldies stations - and I get a fair amount of my taste in music from him, as well as from the songs that were in the charts at the time. I still listen to stations that play the current offerings, so I'm not exactly out of touch, even if hip-hop and the new version of R&B has almost completely gone over my head.

I just love how music can transport you to a happy place, even if all you ever did was hear it over the radio at breakfast time, or in the car.