Music is my drug.

Music can kill me, and music can cure me.

It's odd -troubling, perhaps- how much influence music can (and frequently does) have on my frame of mind. The other day, during the night shift, I was forced to listen to a radio station from the shitty end of the spectrum for an hour and a half, and it drained me. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I need music, good music, to function properly.

And guess what, my dealer was just at the door, and I got myself a fix - my good friends over at Starsailor have released a new album, On The Outside, which looks (sounds, rather) to be another gem.

's All.

Cheers