Almost a year ago I was a fat happy pot smoking couch potato, now I eat vegetables, and weigh 70 lbs less. That's a good thing I have been told. None of my clothes fit, I can't afford to buy new clothes, (I did break down and buy one pair of jeans, but they don't fit any more either). I don't really know where my PS2 is, or my movies, but what I miss the most is loud music just hammering everything silent, the sounds of Metalica just blasting the world around me away. The sounds of Led Zepplin or Lynard Skynard just singing poetry in my head. Of course I am one of those people who like to sing along at the top of my lungs, and I don't really care if I sound good. I just want to hammer the world into silence while regain my thoughts, my sense of direction and my peace of mind.
It's not just rock and roll though, music sets the mortal soul free, it makes you immortal if only for the moment your singing along and becoming one with the song. You can tell a great artist by his understanding of this, and you know the artist understands this when they write a song you can sing with.