I like to watch Cops whenever it's an episode in Las Vegas. Don't get me wrong, though. I love my new home in Alabama, but I really miss living in the desert. The scenery was incredible and so unique. Heck, I even start missing the desert when I see a car commercial filmed in the desert. One of these days, I'm going to see a place I recognize in one of those commercials.
It's funny, too. I see pictures of my friends back in Death Valley, and I realize that they have moved on without me. There was a certain hard-to-define quality there. Some of the same things that made it good also made it bad. The fact that it was such a small community made it feel homey, but at the same time it made things kind of claustrophobic.
I think that I'm feeling this way right now because in a little over three weeks, it will have been exactly one year since I left the beauty of the California desert. At the time, things weren't going so well for me and I couldn't wait to get out of there. As much as I miss that place and as much as I miss some of my friends, I really don't miss it at all. I don't actually miss most of the people there, nor the cramped living arrangements. I know I've made the best decision possible, and perhaps it is time for me to sever ties with my friends from Death Valley. I act sometimes like I'm missing out on something and they've moved on, but in reality, they are the people stuck in a rather dead-end situation. They all have crappy jobs and crappy houses, and they really don't have much of a future there. I'm not missing anything.
I think that eventually I will go back to Las Vegas for a vacation, but I will definitely not be visiting Death Valley. One day I will go back, but it will be when I'm sure that people I used to know are long gone. I do love Death Valley, and I always will. It's hard to live there for 3 1/2 years and not develop an affection for it.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Pandora's Box
Recently I added a Pandora box to this blog. I'm not actually sure why I did this, but since the option was available, it seemed like a good thing to do. Now anyone who reads this blog can see what I've thumbed up on Pandora. Hopefully, doing this will give you a little bit of insight into who I am, musically-speaking, anyway.
For the most part, I use Pandora while I'm in my car. At home, I pretty much listen to my own collection. Pandora is fantastic for discovering other artists who are similar to what I like. There's something about the constant fine-tuning of my Pandora station that excites me. Along with that, I like the fact that I never know what might come up next, and since it's a station I've created, I can be fairly sure that it will be at least close to my kind of music. This is in stark contrast to regular radio that doesn't even touch this kind of music.
I suppose a lot of people would refer to the music I listen to as dark and depressing, and I'm ok with that. To each his own, I say. The thing is, I like dark and depressing music. Not that I am one to dwell upon the negative aspects of life, but I would really rather listen to music that reflects true emotions. I can't stand the garbage that most people call music, and even though that seems to contradict my "to each his own" statement, I'm sticking with my opinion that most music these days is pure crap. It is throwaway music with a lifespan of a few months at the most. I just can't deal with that. If I like something, I don't ditch it the minute the next big thing comes along. That's really a slap in the face to the artists.
For the most part, I use Pandora while I'm in my car. At home, I pretty much listen to my own collection. Pandora is fantastic for discovering other artists who are similar to what I like. There's something about the constant fine-tuning of my Pandora station that excites me. Along with that, I like the fact that I never know what might come up next, and since it's a station I've created, I can be fairly sure that it will be at least close to my kind of music. This is in stark contrast to regular radio that doesn't even touch this kind of music.
I suppose a lot of people would refer to the music I listen to as dark and depressing, and I'm ok with that. To each his own, I say. The thing is, I like dark and depressing music. Not that I am one to dwell upon the negative aspects of life, but I would really rather listen to music that reflects true emotions. I can't stand the garbage that most people call music, and even though that seems to contradict my "to each his own" statement, I'm sticking with my opinion that most music these days is pure crap. It is throwaway music with a lifespan of a few months at the most. I just can't deal with that. If I like something, I don't ditch it the minute the next big thing comes along. That's really a slap in the face to the artists.
Bored
I have absolutely nothing to write about at the moment, but I'm bored. I could be using this time to continue learning how to use Reason 4.0, perhaps. I could watch tv. I could read. I could do just about anything. Instead, I am choosing to just sit here and revel in my boredom. I'm about to grab a couple of string cheeses, a soda, and then continue being bored. Maybe I should really just go to bed.
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Insomnia + Radio = FAIL
Well, it's now about 4:30 AM and I've been unable to sleep after waking up an hour or so ago. I'm rather irritated because I would really like to be sleeping at this point in time rather than composing a new blog post. At least insomniacs like me can always turn on the radio and attempt to find something good. Then again, I can't fall asleep while listening to the radio because I pay attention a little too closely.
I am a genuine talk radio junkie. There's no doubt about it; I simply love my talk radio. Generally speaking, I enjoy all of the politically Conservative show, minus Sean Hannity. His voice grates on my nerves, and I get tired of him saying "You're a great American" blah blah blah...we get it already. I also like listening to Coast To Coast AM, although it hasn't been the same since Art Bell "retired" a few years ago. These days, I'll listen to an internet station that plays rebroadcasts of old C2C shows featuring Art Bell, and that's exactly what I'm doing now.
Ok, so listening to talk radio is doing little to help me get back to sleep. One might think that I don't actually want to sleep, but really, I do. I promise! It's just very hard, considering I'm such an addict.
I am a genuine talk radio junkie. There's no doubt about it; I simply love my talk radio. Generally speaking, I enjoy all of the politically Conservative show, minus Sean Hannity. His voice grates on my nerves, and I get tired of him saying "You're a great American" blah blah blah...we get it already. I also like listening to Coast To Coast AM, although it hasn't been the same since Art Bell "retired" a few years ago. These days, I'll listen to an internet station that plays rebroadcasts of old C2C shows featuring Art Bell, and that's exactly what I'm doing now.
Ok, so listening to talk radio is doing little to help me get back to sleep. One might think that I don't actually want to sleep, but really, I do. I promise! It's just very hard, considering I'm such an addict.
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Saturday, March 20, 2010
Compression Fracture
Recently, I've made a "discovery" of sorts and it has led to a complete change in direction for me in terms of the music I listen to. No, I don't mean the genre, either.
What I am actually referring to is the use of MP3 files. I will only be using these things for my car stereo and portable MP3 player from now on. I'm not bothering with them on my home theater system ever again. Why? Well, I recently got a few songs as FLAC files just to see if I could tell the difference in quality. They are a bit more expensive, but the quality is perfect so I see it as a worthwhile expense. One thing though...FLACs are large files. Very large compared to MP3s, but smaller than WAVs. FLAC is compressed, but in a lossless manner. No audio quality is lost whatsoever, and the files can be used to create exact audio duplicates of the CD from which they are ripped. Of course, iTunes won't play FLACs, so a lot of people won't bother, but iTunes is crappy anyway. I prefer Winamp, which happens to play FLAC natively.
So back to the quality issue now. The problem is that so many of us have experienced music via MP3 now that we've lost sight of what music should actually sound like, so we're used to the compressed sound that MP3 provides us. That compressed sound is now normal to us. After listening to these FLAC files, however, I'm feeling what I've been missing all this time. MP3 cuts out too many frequencies. Granted, many of these are frequencies that we cannot hear, but many of them are frequencies that are required to drive subwoofers, and those are quite necessary in electronic dance music.
The bottom line is you like bass frequencies like I do and you like clean, crisp sounding tunes, ditch MP3 for everything except portable players. Actually, if you like music at all, you should go with FLAC.
What I am actually referring to is the use of MP3 files. I will only be using these things for my car stereo and portable MP3 player from now on. I'm not bothering with them on my home theater system ever again. Why? Well, I recently got a few songs as FLAC files just to see if I could tell the difference in quality. They are a bit more expensive, but the quality is perfect so I see it as a worthwhile expense. One thing though...FLACs are large files. Very large compared to MP3s, but smaller than WAVs. FLAC is compressed, but in a lossless manner. No audio quality is lost whatsoever, and the files can be used to create exact audio duplicates of the CD from which they are ripped. Of course, iTunes won't play FLACs, so a lot of people won't bother, but iTunes is crappy anyway. I prefer Winamp, which happens to play FLAC natively.
So back to the quality issue now. The problem is that so many of us have experienced music via MP3 now that we've lost sight of what music should actually sound like, so we're used to the compressed sound that MP3 provides us. That compressed sound is now normal to us. After listening to these FLAC files, however, I'm feeling what I've been missing all this time. MP3 cuts out too many frequencies. Granted, many of these are frequencies that we cannot hear, but many of them are frequencies that are required to drive subwoofers, and those are quite necessary in electronic dance music.
The bottom line is you like bass frequencies like I do and you like clean, crisp sounding tunes, ditch MP3 for everything except portable players. Actually, if you like music at all, you should go with FLAC.
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Friday, March 12, 2010
Narcotics Anonymous
No, I'm not a drug addict, but I am definitely an addict as far as music is concerned. I should point out, however, that I am extraordinarily picky when it comes to what I consider good music. Terrestrial radio is pointless to me, except for the talk radio aspect. I can't stand the way radio dictates what is good and what is not. If people are only exposed to a handful of songs, then how can they possibly judge for themselves? Well, they can't, so they just accept what they are given and then move on once they are told who the next big artist is. How pathetic.
What sets a song apart for me is whether or not it triggers endorphins. Before you ask how I can really tell this, listen, I can. Believe me, I feel it. When I had to take codeine for an ankle problem, I got such a wonderfully warm feeling when the medicine took hold, and that is exactly the same feeling I get with certain songs. I find it amazing that 99% of people don't believe me when I tell them! Sorry, but it is true for me, and lest anyone think I'm just sort of willing it to happen, let me just say that it only happens with certain songs. Just because others might not have the same experience doesn't mean it doesn't happen to me
I believe myself to be a "Deep Listener". If you want to see what this is all about, I strongly urge you to read "Deep Listeners" by Judith Becker. What a fascinating book. Be forewarned, though. It is by no means an easy read. It's rather heady and was written more for study than pleasure reading. It took me about two weeks to make it through the first chapter!
Time to get "stoned".
What sets a song apart for me is whether or not it triggers endorphins. Before you ask how I can really tell this, listen, I can. Believe me, I feel it. When I had to take codeine for an ankle problem, I got such a wonderfully warm feeling when the medicine took hold, and that is exactly the same feeling I get with certain songs. I find it amazing that 99% of people don't believe me when I tell them! Sorry, but it is true for me, and lest anyone think I'm just sort of willing it to happen, let me just say that it only happens with certain songs. Just because others might not have the same experience doesn't mean it doesn't happen to me
I believe myself to be a "Deep Listener". If you want to see what this is all about, I strongly urge you to read "Deep Listeners" by Judith Becker. What a fascinating book. Be forewarned, though. It is by no means an easy read. It's rather heady and was written more for study than pleasure reading. It took me about two weeks to make it through the first chapter!
Time to get "stoned".
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Friday, March 5, 2010
And Then There Were None...Still
Thus far I have yet to convince anyone to read this blog. I realize that this isn't exactly high on the priority list for most people, but come on! It kills me that I write this stuff and no one reads it, or if they do, they choose not to leave any comments. Oh well, it's not the end of the world. At least I don't think it is.
Ok, so the point of this blog is really just for me to vent and get things down on "paper". Since I love to write, it's no big deal. Hopefully, somewhere, someday, someone will notice my quaint little blog and say "hey, that's exactly how I feel".
I won't hold my breath waiting though.
Ok, so the point of this blog is really just for me to vent and get things down on "paper". Since I love to write, it's no big deal. Hopefully, somewhere, someday, someone will notice my quaint little blog and say "hey, that's exactly how I feel".
I won't hold my breath waiting though.
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Sunday, February 28, 2010
Vice Grips
Not too long ago, a friend of mine and I were discussing what our biggest vices are. After thinking about it for about a tenth of a second, I revealed that my single biggest vice is music, or more specifically, buying music. I don't know what it is, but I have a tendency to go overboard when I'm in a record store, or Amazon.com or any other online retailer. There is something in my sub-conscience that compels me to constantly seek out new music. It's almost a curse, and it is most definitely an addiction.
Music is one of those addictions that will cause me to rationalize over-spending. For example, let's say I have $50 in my pocket, not a lot of food in the cupboard and fridge, and my car is running on fumes. What do I do? Well, a normal person would probably buy food and gas first, but no, not me. Nooooooo. I will undoubtedly buy as many CDs as I can for the $50, buy a case of ramen, and then put the remaining few dollars into gas. So by the end of the week, I'm typically hungry and I can't drive anywhere, but at least I have my music.
Ok, ok, I'm not quite this bad anymore. I sure used to be, but I suppose I have tempered things a bit since I moved to Alabama. Then again, I've done that out of necessity, not because I've vowed to curtail my spending! Truth be told, however, I'm finding much less music these days that moves me in any way. I can't stand 99% of music on the radio, and besides, when I'm listening to the radio, it's talk radio all the way. I'm a talk radio junkie. Even if I wasn't, there still isn't much worth listening to on today's radio stations. Lady Gaga...are you serious? This "artist" is purely about image and not the music. I find it difficult to believe that anyone would even remotely care about her if it wasn't for her "outrageous" costumes. Come on, people! Are you that stupid that you can't see through facades like that?
And then there's American Idol...ok, forget about this one. I don't feel like writing anything else, and to comment on American Idol would require a lengthy dissertation to fully voice my disapproval of such mindless drivel.
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Saturday, February 27, 2010
Crazy Winter!
This has been one crazy winter. If only the global warming theory could be true, at least for the next month. It has been ridiculously cold, even here in the Deep South. February has almost passed and it still feels like a freezer outside. What really blows my mind is that next week we will be into March, yet we're supposed to be getting a wintry mix. Oh my! I really don't like the winter, as if that isn't obvious by now. The older I get, the less I like cold weather. The funny part about that fact is that I now understand why old people move to Florida. I finally understand. Somehow, I feel ripped off. I mean, I'm not that far away from Florida!
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Monday, February 22, 2010
Long Time, No Blog
It's been awhile since I've blogged about anything, so perhaps it's time for some random stuff. I don't exactly have anything on my mind, but I'll do my best!
At the moment, I am watching the show For Rent on HGTV. I try to watch every episode, not because I care much about people renting apartments in Canada, but because I am undeniably head-over-heels for the show's hostess, Jodi Gilmour. Good Lord she is hot! Not in the Hollywood anorexic sense, either. She's got meat on her bones, and I like that. Plus, her smile is about as infectious as can be. If only she wasn't Canadian and married!
My brother moved here to Alabama a little over a week ago and I couldn't be happier about that. In fact, he moved into the same neighborhood as me, but at the other end. We live close, but not so close that we can't lead independent lives. It is so nice to have my family together once again.
At the moment, I am watching the show For Rent on HGTV. I try to watch every episode, not because I care much about people renting apartments in Canada, but because I am undeniably head-over-heels for the show's hostess, Jodi Gilmour. Good Lord she is hot! Not in the Hollywood anorexic sense, either. She's got meat on her bones, and I like that. Plus, her smile is about as infectious as can be. If only she wasn't Canadian and married!
My brother moved here to Alabama a little over a week ago and I couldn't be happier about that. In fact, he moved into the same neighborhood as me, but at the other end. We live close, but not so close that we can't lead independent lives. It is so nice to have my family together once again.
That's about it for now. Until next time...
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Thursday, January 21, 2010
I Can Smell It In The Air
Ah yes, the smell of a brand new baseball season is wafting by. I always look forward to the start of a new season, but this year, I'm getting a really good feeling that my Washington Nationals are going to be a vastly improved team, and that's making the start of this season seem like Christmas for me. The MLB Network has been my saving grace lately. I mean, I feel like an addict detoxing when there is no baseball on, so I wish I could shake the hand of whoever decided to make a 24/7/365 all baseball channel. Life is definitely good!
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
A Fallen Hero? No, Not This Time.
Mark McGwire, I know you will never read this but this is something I need to write anyway. I've followed your career since I was 10 years old. I was there for the good years and for the bad as well. Yesterday you confirmed something that pretty much everyone already knew, and well, I just see this as one of those bad times. I don't look down upon you, and in fact, I admire you even more now. You showed a great deal of courage to admit your shortcomings and I wish our politicians would follow your example. To me, you're still the greatest slugger of all time, and nothing will ever change my opinion. We've all made our mistakes and you're no different. It's amazing how we're so forgiving of some things in this world, and others, people are ready to crucify. At any rate, Mark, you always have, and always will be my hero. Hang in there bud! I still smile when I read old fan club newsletters, and the baseball card you signed for me at Memorial Stadium in 1989 is my most prized possession. The ink you left on that card was more than just an autograph; it also left an indelible mark on a 12 year old kid. I'll never forget that. Thanks for the memories, Mark, and good luck with the coaching job. Baseball NEEDS more people like you!
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Sunday, January 10, 2010
Here Fido, Heeeeeeeeeeeeeere Fido...
I'd like to take a moment to talk to all of the people who have dogs as pets. I could probably sum this up in one sentence: I HATE YOUR DOG! Look, when engaged in a conversation with a dog-owner about letting their animals crap wherever they want, every single person claims "Oh, not me. I always pick up after my dog."
Ok people, SOMEONE is not being totally honest here because today I stepped in a pile of dog crap in my yard. Keep in mind that I don't have a dog, and I'm pretty sure that I didn't take a dump in my own yard. I've got two working toilets and a pretty good sense of modesty. Honestly people, I don't come over to your yard and crap in it, so I don't expect my yard to have your dog's crap in it.
I do understand that it's hard for some of you to bend over and clean up the mess and that it isn't pleasant to do so, but this is something you should have thought about before getting a dog. I also don't care if it is cold outside and you're in a hurry to get back inside. Do you think I want to step in a steaming pile of YOUR DOG'S CRAP?????? I'm warning you, if I happen to be looking outside and I see you walking your dog, you'd better clean up after it if you let it use my property as a toilet. If you don't, I will pick up that pile of crap and bring it to you. Oh, and since you will undoubtedly claim that it isn't yours, rest assured, I will have my camera at my side and ready to take pictures of your dog in action...with you on the other end of the leash. Why would I do this? Because, like I said before, it's never YOUR dog. We'll see about that.
And one last thing. Being someone who doesn't own a dog, I am SICK TO DEATH of having to hear YOUR dog bark for hours on end at all hours of the night. Maybe you think it's cute, but I don't. Shut your stupid mutts up, PLEASE! Do you really think I like listening to your barking dog at 3:00 AM??? I don't crank my music up loud at night, so perhaps you might show me the same level of respect. Yes, I understand it's an animal and supposedly you can't control their barking. Give me a break. You're telling me you can train it to do everything else in the world EXCEPT when to shut it's trap? Come on, people! My next door neighbor has a dog and I NEVER hear it. Yet someone down the road has a dog and I hear it ALL THE BLOODY TIME. It NEVER shuts up.
ARHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok people, SOMEONE is not being totally honest here because today I stepped in a pile of dog crap in my yard. Keep in mind that I don't have a dog, and I'm pretty sure that I didn't take a dump in my own yard. I've got two working toilets and a pretty good sense of modesty. Honestly people, I don't come over to your yard and crap in it, so I don't expect my yard to have your dog's crap in it.
I do understand that it's hard for some of you to bend over and clean up the mess and that it isn't pleasant to do so, but this is something you should have thought about before getting a dog. I also don't care if it is cold outside and you're in a hurry to get back inside. Do you think I want to step in a steaming pile of YOUR DOG'S CRAP?????? I'm warning you, if I happen to be looking outside and I see you walking your dog, you'd better clean up after it if you let it use my property as a toilet. If you don't, I will pick up that pile of crap and bring it to you. Oh, and since you will undoubtedly claim that it isn't yours, rest assured, I will have my camera at my side and ready to take pictures of your dog in action...with you on the other end of the leash. Why would I do this? Because, like I said before, it's never YOUR dog. We'll see about that.
And one last thing. Being someone who doesn't own a dog, I am SICK TO DEATH of having to hear YOUR dog bark for hours on end at all hours of the night. Maybe you think it's cute, but I don't. Shut your stupid mutts up, PLEASE! Do you really think I like listening to your barking dog at 3:00 AM??? I don't crank my music up loud at night, so perhaps you might show me the same level of respect. Yes, I understand it's an animal and supposedly you can't control their barking. Give me a break. You're telling me you can train it to do everything else in the world EXCEPT when to shut it's trap? Come on, people! My next door neighbor has a dog and I NEVER hear it. Yet someone down the road has a dog and I hear it ALL THE BLOODY TIME. It NEVER shuts up.
ARHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Poor Michelle! Boo Hoo Hoo!
So the Obama family is upset that PETA used Michelle's likeness in an advertisement without getting her permission. Hold on, let me get a tissue so I can wipe away the tears. Poor Michelle! What a horrible thing to have happen to her. Well, maybe someone should let her know that I object to her husband using my tax dollars without my permission. Hey, federal government, how about actually serving the people for once? Technically, you work for us. Start acting like it. If I wanted to live in a damn socialist country I'd move to a socialist country.
Isn't it funny how every one of Obama's speeches is chopped up into 3 word fragments? Is he incapable of speaking normally? My bet is...that Obama thinks...most of us...are not capable...of understanding him...unless he speaks...in sentence fragments. Either that or he's just trying to make things easier in terms of getting soundbites.
This joke of a president makes me long for the days of Bill Clinton! Hahaha! I couldn't stand that philanderer, but I'll take him over this antichrist any day of the week. At least I know I have the satisfaction that I didn't vote for Obama. And to those of you who think I'm just some hardline nutjob, I didn't vote for John McCain either. I abstained from voting because there was no point. I didn't (and still don't) like McCain. What a pity that we got stuck with the fraud in the Whitehouse now.
Isn't it funny how every one of Obama's speeches is chopped up into 3 word fragments? Is he incapable of speaking normally? My bet is...that Obama thinks...most of us...are not capable...of understanding him...unless he speaks...in sentence fragments. Either that or he's just trying to make things easier in terms of getting soundbites.
This joke of a president makes me long for the days of Bill Clinton! Hahaha! I couldn't stand that philanderer, but I'll take him over this antichrist any day of the week. At least I know I have the satisfaction that I didn't vote for Obama. And to those of you who think I'm just some hardline nutjob, I didn't vote for John McCain either. I abstained from voting because there was no point. I didn't (and still don't) like McCain. What a pity that we got stuck with the fraud in the Whitehouse now.
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Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Sodom & Gomorrah, A.D.
At the moment, I'm listening to all of my faucets running slowly. Alabama isn't used to these freezing
temperatures, so no one is really sure how plumbing is going to react. Better safe than sorry.
This makes me wonder about global warming, or should I say "climate change" since that seems to be the new term for it. Why is that the new term? Ha ha! Obviously it's so the people who support this theory have a way to cover their arses and defend their "science" no matter which way the mercury travels. Are we really that vain as a population that we think we can have such a huge impact on the planet? Of course we are!
I find it highly amusing that so many of the celebrities, politicians, and otherwise who traveled to Copenhagen for the climate change conference did so on their own private jets. You bloody hypocrites. I am so sick of celebrities telling people what they should do!!! Note to actors: You spend your entire lives pretending to be someone else, and for some reason, we worship you for this. I have more respect for garbage collectors than I do for you, actors. They actually do a REAL job. Actors, you do nothing but regurgitate something somebody else wrote. Help me out here. How does this qualify YOU to tell anyone else how to live their lives? You self-righteous fools.
Musicians, YOU are just as bad. Listen up! All I want is music, not your idea about how the world should be run. Does anyone REALLY believe that Sheryl Crow only uses one square of toilet paper to wipe her arse? Look, if I wipe my arse with one square, I'm going to be doing a lot more laundry which is a waste of precious energy, and, not to mention, using a lot more toxic bleach. I could go on about
musicians, but I don't want to ruin the good mood I happen to be in
right now.
This is why I tend to listen to music that is apolitical. I once liked Bruce Springsteen. Then when his career needed a boost (he's still pining for the success of the 80's...sorry Bruce, your time has come and gone) he decided to hop on the anti-American bandwagon. Pretty much the same thing as when actors and musicians come out of the closet and suddenly their popularity soars. What a sad, sad commentary on our society. Maybe the so called "global warming" is nothing more than the flames of hell being fanned.
Welcome to Sodom and Gomorrah, 21st Century style.
temperatures, so no one is really sure how plumbing is going to react. Better safe than sorry.
This makes me wonder about global warming, or should I say "climate change" since that seems to be the new term for it. Why is that the new term? Ha ha! Obviously it's so the people who support this theory have a way to cover their arses and defend their "science" no matter which way the mercury travels. Are we really that vain as a population that we think we can have such a huge impact on the planet? Of course we are!
I find it highly amusing that so many of the celebrities, politicians, and otherwise who traveled to Copenhagen for the climate change conference did so on their own private jets. You bloody hypocrites. I am so sick of celebrities telling people what they should do!!! Note to actors: You spend your entire lives pretending to be someone else, and for some reason, we worship you for this. I have more respect for garbage collectors than I do for you, actors. They actually do a REAL job. Actors, you do nothing but regurgitate something somebody else wrote. Help me out here. How does this qualify YOU to tell anyone else how to live their lives? You self-righteous fools.
Musicians, YOU are just as bad. Listen up! All I want is music, not your idea about how the world should be run. Does anyone REALLY believe that Sheryl Crow only uses one square of toilet paper to wipe her arse? Look, if I wipe my arse with one square, I'm going to be doing a lot more laundry which is a waste of precious energy, and, not to mention, using a lot more toxic bleach. I could go on about
musicians, but I don't want to ruin the good mood I happen to be in
right now.
This is why I tend to listen to music that is apolitical. I once liked Bruce Springsteen. Then when his career needed a boost (he's still pining for the success of the 80's...sorry Bruce, your time has come and gone) he decided to hop on the anti-American bandwagon. Pretty much the same thing as when actors and musicians come out of the closet and suddenly their popularity soars. What a sad, sad commentary on our society. Maybe the so called "global warming" is nothing more than the flames of hell being fanned.
Welcome to Sodom and Gomorrah, 21st Century style.
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