I love music. I haven't always though. My love for music is a recent development. It began when I first moved to New York in 2010. Before that, I had always had a boyfriend and I think this lack of loneliness (for lack of a better work) meant I never needed anything more to occupy my mind. Then I got an iPod (a generous gift from said boyfriend) before I moved to New York and discovered a whole new way to bide my time.
While I never felt lonely those first few months in New York I definitely noticed "me" time becoming more prominent. Since then I have come to crave music and listening to it, alone, in my room is one of my favorite things to do.
I won't even attempt to list my favorite bands/artists because there are just too many and I am so fickle that the list is likely to change on a daily basis. One band that I quite enjoy, however, are the Jezabels. I went to see them last night at Bowery Ballroom. It was a Tuesday night and being the grandma that I am, was apprehensive about their 10:45pm start time but they were seriously great.
Here are some large photos for your enjoyment. I love the lighting.
I love the sudden silence and desolation after a band finishes playing. Such a stark contrast to what was happening less than a minute ago.