I listen to music every night. Kick back, put on the head-phones (or blast it on the stereo if The Wife isn’t home), and focus on an album or CD, really listening to it. Paying attention, not just daydreaming, although that happens a lot. If I wasn’t subject to a rich fantasy life, there would be no Hansi’s Hallucinations blog.
I got the rock and roll bug back in 1958 when I was elven or twelve years old. Started listening to AM radio and buying records. If it rocked, I loved it. Chuck Berry was the King of Rock and Roll; early Elvis was good too. My father called it “jungle music”. I’ve had the bug ever since. Can’t get enough of it. It either grabs ya or it don’t.
Listening to music is like stepping into another world. I call it the world of music. I do all my drawing while listening to music. It’s kinda like a sound track. Here’s a photo of my stereo getting a full-blast workout.