Music
When I was a teenager I couldn't live, rather I couldn't breath without music. It was energy for the soul. A few years ago I stopped keeping up with the latest songs and bands playing on the radio. Now I'm living with a teenager and music has taken on a whole new meaning. I no longer have the same interest in music; it has morphed into a whole new being. When I hear my sister's 10 to 15 watt computer speakers pump out a song that is so repetivitive its almost like being brainwashed against your will. It makes me analyze my listening habbits as a teenager, and question what the hell was I listening to. In order to combat this newly-infilltrated enemy I have started to explore the works of Beethoven, Mozart, Vivaldi, and anything in which it took a real genius or at least a semi-genius to compose a piece of art and not a multi-million teenage pop song.
posted by Unknown @ Monday, May 23, 2005
4 Comments:
A ella le gusta la gasolina (dame mas gasolina!)
Como le encanta la gasolina (dame mas gasolina!)
haha srry had 2 say that LMFAO!
aiight
laterz looser
IF you are going to insult me, you could at least have the common decency to do it in proper english. I mean seriously, what the hell is laterz?
geez..Jesse...
I happen to like the mind numbing super repetitive "popular music".
Sometimes you just need your mine numbed. I like clasical too, but sometimes a little nine inch nails to clear the head is necessary. I have updated my blog and will do more often, even though I am convinced you are the only one that reads it.
Take Care,
Charissa
Sometimes it is nice to not have to think. However, I understand what you are trying to say because the repetitiveness can give me a headache also.
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