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Today I started walking.

I mean to get fit. I know, it’s long overdue, I’m totally outta shape. 

But the thing I want to talk about is how much I enjoyed. Not the walk in itself, excuse me, that was kind of boring, and I don’t really expect it to get any fun, but I know it’s necessary for my own sake. Hell, I reckon it’s far from ideal, but 20 min is a start. 

Then why did it felt so good? Music, man. I don’t remember when was the last time I could plug up my headphones and listen, without distraction, to my hell-driven, ecstasy-inducing, diablo-whispered god damned music.

I mean, I do listen to music at work via headphones, but I’m constantly being interrupted, besides the fact that, if I really want to concentrate on the task at hand, I don’t really focus on the music. So being able to listen more freely, at decent volume, was mind blowing.

The winner takes it all

The second tune that came up my playlist was from Abba. The first one too, but since I was setting up the step-tracking app for the first time and mingling with my phone, I didn’t really pay any attention to it, volume was down too.

Anyway, I’ve known for some time that, against all odds, I do like pop. Well, maybe not all of it, but perhaps the old one? You can actually find Boney M and Michael Jackson on my library, and a few of Abba’s songs in my “faves” playlist, such as “The winner takes it all”. 

When it played, it made me shiver, I almost shed a tear. 

The intensity was probably not just the music in general (as in “I love music”) neither the particular song itself, but a combination. It could have been any of the other songs on that list, maybe some from a not-so-favorite-songs playlist, and I could have been just as overwhelmed. 

Why, I do love music.

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear

The judges will decide
The likes of me abide 
Spectators of the show 
Always staying low 

Abba (actually, I like better the original)

(Probably, the emotion struck also as I had read about the songs lyrics reflecting on the actual break up between composer Björn Ulvaeus and singer Agnetha Fältskog. Not only they divorced, but the whole group was disbanded during that time. I read that Agnetha cried when she first read the lyrics, and that it was very hard for her to sing it live because of, well, all of what was going on. By the way, 40 years passed before they launched a new album. In other news, my mother told me that the day I was born, that cursed October 13th, the hospital’s doctor was playing that song over and over again, but I don’t really think that is the reason why I like it, I just think it’s an awesome song.)

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