Cracks in the Walls- Plug

My walls are cracked. I know I tend to speak figuratively, but I am being very literal.  There are cracks running along the walls of my home and they are troubling.  Staring at the intricate tributaries of these cracks one morning, my mind drifted toward what they represent in a universe of fractured souls.  Vices and misdeeds, betrayal and failure, hope and restoration.  Whatever our cracks represent and however we mend them, they exist in us all.  I thought of all that oozes from our individual fissures and what we use to plug them. For me, two things came to mind- compulsions and music.

Part 2- Plug

This blog is where some of my deepest, darkest thoughts come to roost.  Well, here and Annie Owl Eyes.  When those deep, dark thoughts begin to rumble and sway, bubble and boil, ooze from my cracks, I most often find solace in music.  I call it a "plug" because it does just that, temporarily stops the torrent.  Really, it is more like a tourniquet than a simple plug.  It does not merely prevent a slippery mess from forming beneath the fissure, but sustains precious pressure when my very soul begins erupting from the rips in the arteries of my psyche.  Writing and art have always allowed the flow.  They allow for their own catharsis, but sometimes I would rather hear of the troubles of another than consider my own.

My friends tell me I have an obsession with heartbreak and penance.  I will admit that there is a theme of sadness.  Below is an example of a short tourniquet playlist.  Some are old favourites, some are new, all have been on endless replay.  Where there is an artiste from whose collection I had difficulty picking, I have included the song that first got me interested in them.

Disclaimer:  There will be banjos.

Have at it:  Monkey Plug