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Sunday, December 19, 2004

It wasnt until about 2 weeks ago when Krista and I were talking about something and I brought up music and she said something like "Music is really important to you, isnt it?" that I realized that my absolute divine passion for the audio senses isnt necessarily shared by all. To be quite honest, I havent met many teenagers that dont feel at least somewhat passionately about music, and the same goes pretty much for adults.

My family and I were in the car the other day and "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zepplin came on and my mom pumped it up and we all sang to it as best we could. Well, all of us except my brother, who didnt know the lyrics. At the end of the song my dad had to mention that the song is so much better than "all the crap [I] listen to nowadays", which I somewhat resented. I feel like if I can appreciate his tastes in music, he can at least try to appreciate mine. It's not like they are so distant, I dont listen to rap or anything, just a more drugged version of rock. All Indie music is is all those old bands without the long, drawn out guitar solos and with alot more synth lines and melodic beats.

Mid-last week I picked my brother up and I was playing some Josh Groban really loud in my car (who, if you dont listen to his music, sounds alot like Opera music). He was genuinely surprised for some reason about how I can change what I listen to so dramatically and so fast. Indeed, the day before I was listening to Relient-K, which is pop-punk, and the day before that, Counting Crows, which is the epitome of Indie rock. But I dont discriminate with music. I told him that music is music, and I listen to what is new and what seems to fit the situation.

Because, after all, music is a really big driving force behind what I feel. I've said it before, but it's worth saying again that almost every morning I start out with a blank slate and it's up to the music I turn on in my car to make me feel really giddy or a melancholy happy or just a mild-mannered state of hopefullness.

To be honest, I dont really know what I find in music. I cant classify what I like because it is so broad yet specific. I love some screamo bands like Underoath yet I hate others like A Static Lullaby. I love some electronic rock bands like Codeseven but I hate others like Motion City Soundtrack. I love some oldies like Queen, but I can never get into others, like ACDC. Of course, I could go on and on. I think the biggest determinant on what I like is what I call the "head-bobbing factor". If I listen to music the first time and my head starts bobbing all by itself, I will eventually learn to like it. Interestingly enough, I never like music until I've listened to it enough times to the point where I can sing along to it. It's almost like a chore before that, listening to the songs over and over until I have memorized the lyrics. Of course, that's just my own listening method. And with it, I must admit, I could learn to like any genre of music that has lyrics, provided I'm exposed to it long enough.



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