If Florence Nightingale Were a DJ
My penchant for composing playlists began as a tenderized response to a kindred of mine, being subjected to medical treatment that was more akin to torture than the relief of healing. To remedy the necessary brutality of such measures set to the tune of sheer survival, what could I do but offer an aural balsam to augment the sunken reality for better. Songs for floating in the body to the shores of transcendence, because good music can carry one through anything. It is right and just to insist on a soundtrack to life, as the potential for music to take one up, above, and beyond can be spun into any moment, no matter how bleak. Inevitably, the power of music to activate all parts of your brain can transcend the threatening cage of a dark mood. Let music in and override the circuits bound for negativity with the sweet shock of beats and serenade your waves with sound, made electric, made light.
