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Feb. 1st, 2008
Okay, the subject line is just because I've had that song stuck in my head all week. I just bought it off iTunes last weekend. Video here, if you're interested.
So one of my friends was teasing me about having deep thoughts lately, and I realized I hadn't shared them with you all. And that is a travesty! :D
Thought #1: I wonder how much of global warming can be attributed to setting off atomic bombs? I don't pretend to know a lot about science, but it seems to me that a few giant mushroom-cloud-inducing explosions cannot have helped, but no one ever mentions it in relation.
Thought #2: I've been thinking about how music has shaped my life, and how much the internet has played a vast part in that. Ten years ago, I never listened to anything that I hadn't heard on the radio. Now, 90% of what I listen to isn't even played on the radio. And it's changing the way people who grew up like I did, rurally, have access to the outside world. As a teen, I didn't even realize there was other music out there than what showed up on the Top 40 stations. When the pop scene got particularly bad (Milli Vanilli, anyone?), we threw in tapes of the Eagles, Queen, the Beach Boys and the Beatles. The Pixies? Nope. The Ramones? Never heard of them. The Stone Roses? Forget about it! I'm really amazed at myself now for not questioning it.
Thought #3: I don't question a lot of things, or at least I didn't then. I started my drum lessons two weeks ago, and my instructor was telling me how he started playing in band, but his parents wanted him to stick to piano, not drums. Very similar to my story, except when they told him no, he learned anyway. I'm actually frustrated with myself over this, although maybe I shouldn't be. I'd like to think I've grown a little in this area, learned to stand my ground, to stand up for myself. I also can't remember if I said anything to the teacher about it at the time. I hope I did; I hope I didn't just quit. Although that flute was pretty damn nasty - they smell like spit, people. Dried, metallicized spit.
and these are my thoughts. aren't you glad I shared them?
In other news, I am mostly recovered from the plague, save a lingering cough. I have my second drum lesson tomorrow, and I haven't practiced as much as I would have liked to (difficult to drum and cough at the same time, as you would imagine). I am going to try to buy tickets tomorrow to see Panic! at the Disco in April (fingers crossed!). Also, I might be writing another song. It is called "Nothing Rhymes with Circus" because I'm sorry, but some things DO IN FACT RHYME WITH CIRCUS. You will just have to wait and see what, though.
So one of my friends was teasing me about having deep thoughts lately, and I realized I hadn't shared them with you all. And that is a travesty! :D
Thought #1: I wonder how much of global warming can be attributed to setting off atomic bombs? I don't pretend to know a lot about science, but it seems to me that a few giant mushroom-cloud-inducing explosions cannot have helped, but no one ever mentions it in relation.
Thought #2: I've been thinking about how music has shaped my life, and how much the internet has played a vast part in that. Ten years ago, I never listened to anything that I hadn't heard on the radio. Now, 90% of what I listen to isn't even played on the radio. And it's changing the way people who grew up like I did, rurally, have access to the outside world. As a teen, I didn't even realize there was other music out there than what showed up on the Top 40 stations. When the pop scene got particularly bad (Milli Vanilli, anyone?), we threw in tapes of the Eagles, Queen, the Beach Boys and the Beatles. The Pixies? Nope. The Ramones? Never heard of them. The Stone Roses? Forget about it! I'm really amazed at myself now for not questioning it.
Thought #3: I don't question a lot of things, or at least I didn't then. I started my drum lessons two weeks ago, and my instructor was telling me how he started playing in band, but his parents wanted him to stick to piano, not drums. Very similar to my story, except when they told him no, he learned anyway. I'm actually frustrated with myself over this, although maybe I shouldn't be. I'd like to think I've grown a little in this area, learned to stand my ground, to stand up for myself. I also can't remember if I said anything to the teacher about it at the time. I hope I did; I hope I didn't just quit. Although that flute was pretty damn nasty - they smell like spit, people. Dried, metallicized spit.
and these are my thoughts. aren't you glad I shared them?
In other news, I am mostly recovered from the plague, save a lingering cough. I have my second drum lesson tomorrow, and I haven't practiced as much as I would have liked to (difficult to drum and cough at the same time, as you would imagine). I am going to try to buy tickets tomorrow to see Panic! at the Disco in April (fingers crossed!). Also, I might be writing another song. It is called "Nothing Rhymes with Circus" because I'm sorry, but some things DO IN FACT RHYME WITH CIRCUS. You will just have to wait and see what, though.
