OMG!! R U 4 serius? i saw dis on my iphone and thaught like i was gonna LOLZ but than my head hurt :((( it cant be for reelz :\ wanna watch som Friends reruns wit me tonite. Joey is hawt! :) LOL
I usually like to start the day listening to classical masterpieces. For example, Rostropovich performing Bach Cello Sonatas:
Absolute virtuoso! This stirs my spirit and stimulates my mind in ways that cannot really be expressed by words. I started thinking, “What happened to music? Why is there so much of it being churned out these days, and why is so much of it so uninspiring?”
For example, Bruno Mars performing The Lazy Song:
Sure, there is some excellent modern music out there, not always easy to find. What do you think? Is music evolving? Is society evolving?
P.S. Did you notice the hand gesture that starts off the Lazy Song and then the shape the performers are arranged in? Just an interesting, perhaps meaningless detail for those who pay attention to things like that to take note of.
Something wild, majestic, mystical and awe-inspiring:
I would rather watch that 1000, make that 10000, times in a row rather than any of the programming spewing out of the thousands of channels of television network broadcasting. Compare to, for example:
Are you kidding me? MSNBC interrupts a discussion regarding ending the NSA for breaking news about a Justin Bieber DUI arrest? “Lean forward” my ass! TV has become almost 24/7 crap, shoved down the throat with some commercial intermissions to break up the raucous monotonous menagerie with more heinous loudly subliminal programming. May it all drown in Gullfoss.
I possibly maybe love you Björk.
There are styles of music. Then, there is the larger scope of genre. Continue reading
I have noticed that music played over the radio tends to get more edgy, chaotic and reckless, more energetic, overall more interesting on Friday and Saturday evenings. During the regular 9-5 interval, the music is more subdued.
I want good sweet wig-blowing, sublime, no-borders, cobweb clearing music 9 to 5, Monday through Friday, and Saturday Sunday. I’m not interested in living a subdued, take orders, accept your fate, do what you hate so you can buy more stuff, comprised existence at any time. DJs, bring the music, always!
Dinner with brothers from lifetimes’ passed, so it seems.
Icy winds scavenge streets in search of heat. Charged ions stir feelings of unease as trees shed leaves. Perhaps another drink. Alone, seeking nothing but subconsciously craving.