The driving rains falling from a grey sky match so perfectly the melancholic minors of a song that runs through my skull. So dark, so ominous; oppressively enrapturous.
Oh, the dangers of decontextualisation. As emo as it all sounds, I'm just walking out on a wet evening listening to the Gundam SEED OST, parts of which are admittedly depressing. The comfort in all this is that my IEMs are decent enough to provide this isolation and immersion in the music so I'm at least halfway sure the feelings aren't truly my own.
It's an experience though, listening to music out in weather I wouldn't dare expose my 840s to. The cumulative mood just fires the imagination; images of speeding over the waters of the Gulf of Carpentaria towards some deadly mission for which one has neither passion nor confidence to see through. The flashes of lightning and sleet running off the armour plating of the mobile suit somehow brings a cold into your bones even strapped tightly into the warm recesses of a cramped cockpit. Some days you don't even know why you wear the ZAFT Reds and the FAITH pin means nothing.
Ah the subtle manipulations of music... Or I'm crazy.
