Finding common senses
More lists...I am completely lazy and hate paragraph transitions. But first, a small introduction to the topics at hand. Gift giving, which has been the subject consuming me the last couple of weeks and now it seems that this topic is vastly more important than once thought. It applies to just about any (if not all) normal every day transactions that we run into...every day. We are ALWAYS giving and receiving pieces and parts of ourselves and others. NEXT, sports and music (or wine if I were Mr. Folds)...and the implications they have on searching for your "soul mate".
1. So I don't even know where to start with all of this (and how to keep it somewhat interesting).
2. It is understandable if someone really doesn't like something that you like. But, when the difference in like/dislike is so vastly separated, I have to wonder why. How is it that this song (in this case, Joe Purdy's Wash Away) can have such a positive and wonderful sound to me and the next person sees it as a depressing piece of trash. A piece of trash so horrible it edges on being hated. My first thought is, well if someone hates something I love so much, then they must, by deduction, hate that part of me. That sucks.
3. I also concluded that a song like this (that has such a quick and deep reaction in people must being saying something else as well)...like there is something visceral about its sound that it is possibly culturally based.
4. I need someone that wants to hear me when I get as excited as I did when I first heard the distorted notes from "Faking the Books".
5. I cannot write songs for people if I think they might not like it. I realized tonight that there are 2 main ways I write songs. A. Strumming chords in stupidly idiotic patterns over and over again. B. Playing a riff over and over again in a stupidly idiotic fashion...but of course this is only to layer melody over melody over melody. I like writing way #B. I spent 2 good hours tonight trying to write a song in neither of these ways and I have virtually NOTHING to show for it. The intended muse will NEVER know it. That reminds me of the bracelet gift made of Reardon Metal.
6. Sports are another day's subject.
7. I have this fabulous mosaic sitting on the wall above my computer. I look at it and it reminds me of Central Park. It means a lot to me. It makes me wonder why some people want to hide themselves so much when some people practically beg those same people to come out of hiding.
1. So I don't even know where to start with all of this (and how to keep it somewhat interesting).
2. It is understandable if someone really doesn't like something that you like. But, when the difference in like/dislike is so vastly separated, I have to wonder why. How is it that this song (in this case, Joe Purdy's Wash Away) can have such a positive and wonderful sound to me and the next person sees it as a depressing piece of trash. A piece of trash so horrible it edges on being hated. My first thought is, well if someone hates something I love so much, then they must, by deduction, hate that part of me. That sucks.
3. I also concluded that a song like this (that has such a quick and deep reaction in people must being saying something else as well)...like there is something visceral about its sound that it is possibly culturally based.
4. I need someone that wants to hear me when I get as excited as I did when I first heard the distorted notes from "Faking the Books".
5. I cannot write songs for people if I think they might not like it. I realized tonight that there are 2 main ways I write songs. A. Strumming chords in stupidly idiotic patterns over and over again. B. Playing a riff over and over again in a stupidly idiotic fashion...but of course this is only to layer melody over melody over melody. I like writing way #B. I spent 2 good hours tonight trying to write a song in neither of these ways and I have virtually NOTHING to show for it. The intended muse will NEVER know it. That reminds me of the bracelet gift made of Reardon Metal.
6. Sports are another day's subject.
7. I have this fabulous mosaic sitting on the wall above my computer. I look at it and it reminds me of Central Park. It means a lot to me. It makes me wonder why some people want to hide themselves so much when some people practically beg those same people to come out of hiding.
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