silently growing

When I turned 16 I looked forward to getting my driver's lisence. I made plans with friends, and felt like the sky was the limit. One thing I looked forward to the most was driving around with music blaring and the windows down. I felt that everyone, especially the people in rural Habersham county needed to hear the sounds of great music, usually a vagrant records artist.
I have always been the kind of person who needs to have music in his ears especially while driving. I often get lost in the sounds. The music that filled the speakers of that little gold ford escort station wagon could probably be held responsible for dented bumpers, ditch entrapments, speeding tickets, and eventually the demise of that amazing machine to a certain extent. Lately my taste in music has drastically changed, and with that change I have found myself appreciating riding in silence. As a musician I have definitely made drastic changes from the high energy punk rock of second hand, the indie driven winston audio, the pop-punk taking lottie home, energetic alt/country bar rock of my beloved Eels to me and my acoustic. I have found myself mellowing out and appreciating the warmth of a six string alone with mellow, soothing lyrics. I have found myself losing myself in the thoughts that enter my head on quiet commutes, the way I used to lose my self in songs like "red letter day" or "through being cool." In this progression of maturity I have found myself to be somewhat more intraverted as a person.