i usually don't see colors because i'm not a fucking mental patient. but when i listen to the first garbage album i see healing blue light in an otherwise dark room.

the fragile make me see green against a lovely purple sky i always associate with paris (i'm beating off) and i sometimes smell burnt wires, hair or the old shed.

all of madonna's immaculate collection hits used to make me see cream soda red pink, but only because ray of light seemed ginger ale colored to me.
but with madonna it's not so much seeing colors as it is drowning in them and it might have had more to do with bubbles. but i haven't felt that way about madonna in a long time anyway.

no colors for erotica, but i always feel cold when i listen to it.

"Oh!" by Sleater-Kinney is hot pink. most of Feist's music is bluish greeny to me. and now that I think about it, "Siva" by Smashing Pumpkins could be a real scary flame-crimson. and "Warning" by Incubus is the color of morning sunlight

once when I was high "I Like Fucking" by Bikini Kill sounded like an orange sherbet smoothie.

All of Sleater-Kinney's 'The Woods' makes me see dark gray. In a good way. Some of the songs (like What's Mine Is Yours) make me absolutely lost in whatever I'm doing. It just reminds me of a dark storm.

Listening to America's Sweetheart made me see red, I can assure you. Gutting.

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first time i smoked pot, i listened to slowdive's souvlaki
every layer of sound, guitar, whatever, i saw colors, neon stuff.
so glorious
wish i could duplicate that experience