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Hi, readers! The last time I tried to set up a blog was in 2008. I contributed a grand total of one post and then allowed "Crazy About Film" to gain cobwebs for 3 years. And counting. So let's hope this one lasts a little longer, eh? Gives me something to do over this epic summer.

As you may have guessed by the title of this blog, music is kinda my religion. Check out my profile to see what kind of music I'm into. It's pretty old stuff, so if you're looking for reviews of Tinie Tempah or Adele, I guess you'd better look elsewhere. (If you're reading this in 2015, don't worry if you haven't heard of these two artists. Most artists disappear pretty quickly these days. It's not wholly their fault; I blame the music industry.)

For the record (unintentional pun, I promise), the first albums I purchased were Led Zeppelin II and Children of the Revolution: An Introduction to Marc Bolan (bought 'em both simultaneously), and the latest one I purchased was Herbie Hancock's Head Hunters (got that one for my dad, though as is often the case, despite me genuinely having catered for his taste, I've listened to his cadeau more times than he has). Maybe that'll give you more of an idea of my taste. Although I'm not a massive funk/R&B fan. It's the jazz part that interests me.

So why "music as religion"? Well. It's a slight exaggeration; I needed something catchy as my blog-title! ("Musical Musings" was already taken.) But it's true to an extent; here's an example. Dylan's music is kinda like my Bible/Qur'an/Bhagavad Gita. (If he was my god, something would be wrong. "Don't follow leaders", anyone?) His lyrics, while often the epitome of musical perfection, are sometimes morally flawed. Thus making his music quite a realistic guide to life and humanity. Or at least, Western humanity. I can't count the number of times he's captured an aspect of my life or situations, or I've taken his lyrics as inspiration or advice. Great music can be transcendent, but it's the fact that it's tangible, sensible and human (as opposed to divine) that makes me "worship" music rather than religion - as something to which to devote oneself. Which I have been doing since I first heard the head-busting strains of "Kashmir", "Voodoo Chile (Slight Return)" and "Sunshine of Your Love" on a family-friend's computer at the tender age of 14.

Then again, I'm probably gonna read the above words in five years' time when I've grown up a bit, realising that they're all just the poorly explained, pretentious, pseudo-blasphemous ramblings of a dreamy teenager.

Hopefully, more posts are gonna pop up soon. Keep your eyes peeled and I hope you enjoy reading!