“For Franz music was the art that comes closest to Dionysian beauty in the sense of intoxication. no one can get really drunk on a novel or a painting, but who can help getting drunk on Beethoven’s Ninth, Bartok’s sonata for two pianos and percussion, or The Beatles’ White Album?”
What I like to deem being music drunk, which to me is that feeling of being so overwhelmed, so consumed, and so connected by a piece of music that you are dizzy with it, lost in it, and falling all over yourself in the bliss of it. Music is my addiction, my drink, my drug, my oxygen, and my great need.
While My Guitar Gently Weeps :: The Beatles