Music: The Meaning of

Music, what does it mean to be a music fanatic?
Some people like music. Some despise it. But there's a select few out there who are fanatics. Yeah, the people who live, breathe, eat, even crap music. (though the last is obviously unwelcome and rather disgusting) And I happen to be one of those so called fanatics. The kind that plays a video game or watches a movie eight hundred effing times just to listen to the soundtrack, when i could just get the soundtrack (illegally or legally, i shall never tell lol) and listen to it whenever i dang well please. But, of course I make myself watch the dang movie or play the game to listen to it. Take Elder Scrolls V: Oblivion for instance, it has hands one of the best video game soundtracks known to man, but people would rather play a ridiculous rap song, because it's simple, easier to comprehend. If I told some random person to sing Movement III of Second Suite by Gustav Holst, I've got 300 bucks in my checking account that says they'll just look at me with wide eyes and walk away. (of course, who wouldn't? A random crazy person shouting for them to sing a sing they've never heard of and probably never will actually hear in their lives, that would invoke a look of wide eyes and terror and to leave the area as fast as humanly possible.)
But that's not the point, the point is, people are losing their love for the classical arts, such as symphonic band music or phillharmonic. It saddens a music fanatic such as I that people no longer carry the same love I have for the classics of classics or even those rock classics. For I am only human and I do love a good rock song on my way to and from work. Such as St. Elmo's Fire by John Parr, a song the described a generation in the eighties. Or even Turn Back Time by Cher (I believe Katie will understand why I put that particular song on here :))
But alas the main reason I consider myself (as it is a self-given title) a music fanatic is because whenever I listen to a song I see a story unfold in front of me. A rough and rocking Skillet or Wavorly song invokes a fight scene, dripping with blood and remains of the vanquished. Or a softer, sadder melody like My Immortal shows me a scene of still body and someone crying over them. Perhaps I am insane and should go to a doctor. But I like to look at music as my inspiration, it's the meaning of my life as it is. If I could I'd go through life with at least my right ear plugged with an earphone connected to my iPod, so I can be given my daily dose of music.
I live, breathe, eat, drink, and yes, even crap music. It's the best way for me to tell my story. Look at your music device (be it an iPod or Zune or some other mp3 player, or even you retro people with their cd and cassette players), and think of all those times you've sat deep in thought and all you could hear was the pounding of Back in Black or Seven Deadly Sins and how those songs were who you were at that moment. I don't play music to say I love a song because it's cool. I play music because in some way it orchestrates my life. If I'm sad, you can bet I'll be listening to emo music, if I'm hyper, a hard rock song with a kick ass riff and a killer bassline. Or even a beautiful classic such as Requiem For a Dream. Music=life as best put by a friend of mine, without it, I don't know what my life would be like, dull and drab I would assume. But with it, my life is full of rich textures that only music lovers or fanatics could understand. So the next time you ask what the meaning of music really is, it's a reason. A reason for living. My reason I drag my ass out of bed to go to work. I get to listen to my music on my way to work. This is my reason for life beyond my best friend and family. Music is my life and my blog is about my life, so I would say it's safe to assume it will be mostly about music. All kinds. Just Music. Just me.