Not a musical review
The funny thing about music, for me, is that it brings out whatever emotion is most present in me and amplifies it to ridiculous levels; oh, I should qualify that, good music does this. I've been feeling a bit below the level lately, and I haven't been able to shake it. There are any number of things I could name as sources but they all fall a little short, I want there to be a quick fix and there isn't one.
When I was smaller, and we still had to go to assemblies to sing O Canada and listen to random people talk, I used to have trouble singing because my eyes would well up with tears. They weren't patriotic, and they weren't sad, but something in that music moved me, as much as I'd rather make fun of it. When I can't play something it makes me miserable because I feel as though I'm failing something much deeper than a few black scribbles on a piece of paper. This connection is constant, I've never fallen out of love with music, never looked back on it and wondered what I was thinking. Music is beyond my own shortcomings in judgement, people aren't, but they occasionally get the same response; it hurts a bit, but I think both experiences are worth it.