Thursday, October 21, 2010
Music In The Morning
In a way, Sufjan Stevens saved me.
I think I must have been in shock, because I don't remember much about the day I found out i had contracted HIV. I don't remember my friend picking me up from the doctor's office, I don't remember driving around Los Angeles, and I don't remember going to the record store.
But somehow when i walked in my front door i had three CD's in my hand, all from a man i'd barely heard of.
I shrugged my shoulders, loaded the discs into my CD player, packed a bowl and sat down on my floor.
I listened to all three albums (Seven Swans, Michigan, and Illinois), and when they were done i listened again and again.
Mr. Stevens became a comforting voice in the darkness. My only friend in a self imposed exile from the world of sunlight and human company.
He kept me from being lonely, when all i wanted was to be alone.