Day 81: Key to Good Music

Good music can only be appreciated in moods. When I was in high school I would spend my day scouring the "interweb" for new music and violate the most obscure music rags for new music. If I was extra desperate I would go to Easy Street Records (http://www.easystreetonline.com/) and sheepishly ask the insanely hot aspiring Bettie Paige or the rasta upper east side guy what they were listening to. Of course I asked while dropping band names (even fake ones) to prove my merit.

I came across some of the most amazing music that way...

The Flaming Lips

The Sounds
Ben Kweller
Deathcab for cutie

Some not so fantastic bands as well...

All American Rejects
Simple Plan
Blue scholars
Starting Line

And then some midway bands...
Limbeck
Dashboard confessionals
Douchebag mayer a.k.a. John twitterer idiot who lost Jen Aniston
NFG *

*********PLEASE SKIP, I had a Teenage Dirtbag Baby brain fart****excuse me**********

Continuing on, with the extra time sitting in front of my computer I've been listening to a lot of music I haven't really heard lately. Music that has been skipped or just burried. Music that I know all the words too, but haven't played since my Dell PC dorm days freshman year of college.

I think that's because in college, I was too busy ponging, working, parking lot pimpin (unskillfully), studying (lulz cats), lifting, and shooting/editing to worry about listening to quality music. Don't get me wrong, college is where I fell in love with Blackstar, the faces, and Simon and Garfunkel. And of course if anyone would bring up any kind of bull shit music (creed, nickelback, pussy cat) I would of course crucify them with out a doubt or at least judge the bejeezus out of them. The complex emotion and symbolism that I enjoyed in quality music was lost on me. I had no need to hear their stories, I was writing my own (I guess I actually had a "life" if only high school me could see me now)! In high school I was an asian, three-time high school transfer student with a live journal/xanga (the asian version of Livejournal, dude don't even get me started on Asian Avenue) with 300 friends on AIM. Unable to fit-in comfortably anywhere, I found solace in music where I could see through the eyes of a disconnected eccentric, drug addict, mohawk boy, intellectual, (insert your favorite cliche here). Trying to find myself and anyone to relate to was..... ugh I'm over this.

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Good music is not judged by BPM, lyrics, and chord transprogression, but the relevance to you and the connection the music has to your soul. When I was happiest in my post-college life I couldn't get enough of indie-dance and 80's rhythm and blues. When I went through a breakup Kanye West's 808's and Heartbreaks was complete therapy. I actually purchased that CD (hard copy) after I pirated the pre-release. The first CD I purchased since Jimmy Eat World's Clarity! Today I finally sat through the entire flaming lips discography (so damn good).

"So what? Music depends on your mood. Great work Spock!"

Now that I know this I can self medicate. Flaming Lips and Radiohead while I'm semi distracted not to swirl into a ball of angst, Simon and Garfunkel to chill me out, Kiss to get me pumped, and Weezer so I can float on. What did you think this was about, a tool for you? Haha and I bet you think all your twitter followers are your friends too!

Wow...this takes me back to my live journal days.


*fight me all you want. eff you this band rocks and defined a mother effing generation. Like blink but without the hit which kept them from the radio. So MXPX sucked too?


Dude, they covered "Glory of Love." You may have to bite me.