Four gulps of southern comfort and your own music (Nitzer Ebb) shaking the Walls as you clean the house. With just you home and no bullshit in your ears, you remember who you are, but lament the fact that you have faded into a whisper since settled in your late thirties. I want to shake off the cobwebs that hold me back in my position on the sofa. I will know doubt die with a tv remote in my hand but I also love music and sometimes forget how much. Everyone knows me as a film watcher, but the truth of it is given a choice between tv and music, I would pick music.