How do you discover your new music? Do you listen to only what radio plays, or do you explore iTunes, Rhapsody, LastFM or the like?

If you’ve discovered something new lately, please share.

I’ve always been intrigued and sometimes amused how the little things present themselves at the appropriate time.

Specifically, in this case, I’m referring to music. For the past few weeks I’ve noticed I’ve discovered new songs or listened to older ones that relate very well to what I’m going through.

My walk to work this morning, three songs in a row played on my mp3 player that spoke volumes to me in relation to something I’m currently experiencing.

I got so lost in one of the songs that I absentmindedly started to cross one of the busy streets against the light. Good thing I caught myself before getting too far.

This is just another of the countless reasons music is my therapy. I sometimes don’t know what I would do without it.

Rhapsody has proven to be a great method for me to discover new music… and since I’m all about the music, it’s safe to say Rhapsody makes me happy.

One of the artists I discovered just today is Cheryl Bliss. Rhapsody classifies her as Indie Pop which is right up my alley of interests, so I had to take a listen. She’s really good. Her site allows you to stream her latest (2005) album, and to download a few select songs, if you want to take a listen.

Anyway…my point to this entry is a journal entry Ms. Bliss made on her site, which really moved me:

Don’t talk to me about the only way to make “real music”– real music can be made with rubber bands. The instrument doesn’t matter, as long as it strikes true with the listener’s soul. All the greatest music, all your favorite songs, that’s what they do, they reach right in through your flesh and grab–or caress–your soul. That’s what we really want. Sometimes we want soft and tender, sometimes full of joy or desire, and sometimes hard and aggressive, but we want it real, straight, undiluted.

This just rings so true for me. Music is a language all its own. I can’t sing, I can’t play an instrument, I can’t read music, and I dance only like a white girl can. But, despite these “shortcomings” I still think I can understand at least some of this beautiful language.