MusikPeace

After Kansas robbed me of $400 in "non-gambled" winnings last night, I probably should have satiated my anger by listening to some rising bands play emo covers of AFI, or perhaps listening to the second movement of Chopin's 7th sonata (as covered by a rising emo band). Because I'm musically illiterate, though, I took a shower instead. That way, I wouldn't be able to tell my tears from the water, as they slowly dripped extra salt onto my grilled cheese, which I was eating, in the shower.

As mentioned in a comment previously published on this very blog (America's #1 blog that averages less than 60 hits/day), I cannot follow the musical scene. Every time I think I've caught up in at least one genre, I realize that I've actually only heard the most popular bands, and that those bands have long since sold out or washed away. I often arrive at a friend's apartment to hear that everyone loves Braid, and that they've loved them for over 10 years; yet I've never even imagined such a band, which is weird considering I stated that I often do this. And now I hear about some group named "Why?" that has a super F-able singer. How did I miss this? He's so hot and sweaty and hairy, which equals instant poon and stuff! Rock stars really do equal sex, which I've learned from my various friends involved in music. I'm pretty sure they've all done it, although I can't confirm that cuz I've only watched like 60% of them. Still, that's awesome, right? Sex?


I'm not completely out of "the scene," as it's called by those who adore it. I listen to Pandora at work, alternating between stations as the task demands...

• "Sigur Ros" station - Sigh. I guess I have to do some work. This won't distract me so much, and it will provide the epic background to my job-based depression.
• "Saves The Day" station - What's this? Oh, it's my article, and you've edited it so that, while more focused on the business model, it's unreadable. I'm so angry! But I still don't really understand my feelings...
• "Tegan and Sara" station - Lesbian sisters...
• MLB.com (not a station) - The Orioles are playing this afternoon. I should have been a baseball player. Curse you, puberty!
  

And then there's the Norah Jones "Don't Know Why" station, rarely listened to and created solely for the purpose of finding one song I couldn't place. Twas a cold autumn's night in Edinburgh when I felt my most emotional attachment to a song, when a fine Scottish lass performed a cover version of what ended up being Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here." I semi-admitted my love to Jamie, going up to her after the set and asking her to sign my train ticket, which is when I found out her name was Jamie. I was there with some friends, of course (having friends and all), and they were also in love, so I told her that "Two Americans and an Israeli are your biggest fans." To Jamie, this probably sounded like a demand that she play an anti-Palestine song. To me, it was the first time I told a girl I loved her. It was also the first time I publicly announced my hatred for Arabs. There's some new music journalism for ya.

Still, in general I seem to give less of a frak than most people about music. I bought CDs for a couple of years in my KISS FM days, but that's over with. I can tell the difference between music I love and music I hate (I'm looking at you, ska). I've figured out that rap is just the most recent example of a genre derivating itself to death, with five bullets in ya ho. My passion, however, lies completely elsewhere, with video games, Mark Twain and a good cigar (sans the cigar).

All this said, I truly enjoy reading things like Chris's Top 100 Songs - good writing is good writing, pay me Chris. And there are always songs that fit the mood (My blood runs cold! My memory has just been sold!). Yet it takes games like Elite Beat Agents - placing me amongst a group of cheerleaders reliant on my DS skillz to save the universe - to really get me into music. I guess I'm just a little bit dead inside, soothed only so much as the savage beast, yearning for more, trying to cross 110th street. Alright. Pass me the AFI back.

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Editor's Note: This post was originally going to be guest-blogged by Nickelback's lead singer, but it just ended up being hundreds of pictures, followed by the same sound file, over and over again.



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Also, if somebody could explain to me the music behind this video (as seen on the front page of shockingly-troubled Yahoo!), I might understand things a lot better.

Holy S! I did see his feet!

This entry was posted by DoktorPeace, on Tuesday, April 08, 2008. You can leave your response.