Aliens made me do it, they got inside my head

You lie back on the couch and hit play. Surrounded by your noise-canceling headphones track one begins. As you listen to the entire album start to finish, the music coming at you from every angle, attacking you, you start to think, some one created this. To me it’s just a recording, some bits on a microchip, but someone played those notes, sang those lyrics, wrote that music, created those words. It didn’t exist before a brief moment, a flash in their mind. Somehow from nothingness, to a burst of creativity, to what I am listening to. It hits my brain and I know to enjoy it. If that isn’t some alien shit, I don’t know what is.