Into the Liner Notes?

I went up to the Park Way with my friend, Jes, we laid on my car talking about absolutely everything that made the slightest impact on our brains tonight. We discussed traveling and ways to travel, and I guess it amazes me how good friends can read and understand each other without meaning to or trying. Jes and I were talking about various different ways to travel, explaining ourselves in seemingly professional travel jargon--yet, everything was understood. I say seemingly professional travel jargon because Jes and I were definitely creating words and terminology ourselves and passing it off as what is.
We came to the conclusion that music is the only true importance in the world. Mainly, music has to first be felt, and second be understood. After you feel a song, you definitely understand it on a different and personal level. It's then, and only then, that music can come alive. Everyone needs to watch the trailer for Across the Universe [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VTPSL9TcJc]. Wait until almost the end, then you'll hear the best lines ever spoken; " Music is the only thing that makes sense anymore, man. Play it loud enough, it keeps the demons at bay."
Anyway, what sparked this over the top love for music was a picturesque moment tonight. Jes and I were watching the skies, laying on my car, constantly rambling, and listening to John Frusciante. Half way through "Falling," Jes and I realize that the wind and clouds are moving in beat with the music. It was awesome, the clouds and wind were telling a story in correlation to the song.
We also realized that John Frusciante is the perfect windy night out on the Park Way music. Every song that played on my stereo was the perfect song for the moment. I don't think I can accurately explain it. But, everything I felt, the music spoke.