Lazing about on the couch at night, I realized that it is fairly easy to come up with something to write about. Music. For as long as I can remember, it has been part of my life, but something that continues to fascinate me is the constantly evolving state that my musical interests are in. Some people will no doubt criticize me for this, but it took none other than the legendary Hall & Oates to remind me of this. Thank you vh1 classic.

For me, I think there is something incredibly interesting about discovering (or rediscovering) music that is decades old. That is even more relevant in the present state that popular music is in. Don't get me wrong, I love some (emphasis on the some) pop songs, but the whole preset beats and auto-tune wear on my soul. It hurts to listen to such unoriginal music that requires no talent to create. Taking in music that was actually written and performed with real instruments in refreshing.

It is one of the most difficult tasks for me to describe my musical tastes. Not only does a wide variety of music appeal to me, but it also varies sooooooooo much from day to day, mood to mood, situation to situation. Sometimes it's frustrating for me to be around other people whilst listening to music because I don't think their music is as good as mine. This behavior is supported by my friends' frequent insisting that I am quite the musical elitist. Oops. Didn't mean to take on that role.

My biggest problem is that I don't possess unlimited funds for music. That would be glorious. With constant music wants, I would love to be able to afford buying music whenever I wanted. Alas, reality has different plans for me.


Does this post count as a real one? Can anybody deny that those two men above are spectacular in their own wonderful way?