Sometimes, I fall in love with a song and I listen to it over and over again.

I don’t fall in love with it as a musician (god, no), or a lyricist, or a sound person (what does too much reverb mean, anyway) or a singer (I can barely hold a tune but I’m not tone deaf) or anything remotely music-related. 

This gives me a lot of flexibility - I can name a number of songs I love, but often, I will not worship a group/individual and therefore don’t feel threatened or upset when someone will insult, say, Coldplay. I just love what a great song - or what to ME feels like a great song - does to me. I love that feeling. Of listening for just the joy of listening, not for dissecting. For not wanting to imitate a note, a sound, a feeling.

But I have a strange relationship with music - this makes it difficult for me to explain to a loved one (well - loved ONES) why I will not sing in public or learn an instrument. I have a lot of musicians around me, and I can see what music what does for them.

And that is what I love. That it can mean something to me too, just differently.