I have broken down. I have created a blog...Which in itself is not a bad thing. Blogs are a perfectly fine way of venting, staying in touch (without talking to that person) and griping about the state of (insert compliant here). I figured for me it would only lead to narcissism, which it most likely will, don't get me wrong. And yet I venture forth into this new dawn of internet communication head held high and fear of looking horribly "emo" in the back of my mind. I will endeavor to write only about the droll encounters I so often experience and my own hilarious musings. That being said, the occasional beer-soaked rant or bad mood "poetry" which I am unfortunately prone to may appear. Please take this not as a sing of my real character, but as if someone else stole my password and posted really bad and/or incoherent things where true wisdom and insight are usually gained. Anyway this will be an incredibly sporadic thing for me, as a new job and a full load at school make for only enough time to sleep in small amounts during inconvenient times.
Now to tell you what I think you should know. Today I bought a CD. This is not an uncommon occurrence, but this was a different experience entirely. At around 1 I found myself driving by Tower Records (were I used to work) and bought "Loveless" the last album by a band called My Bloody Valentine. I had been hearing about its "amazingness" for about a year from various people who's musical taste I trust, but the name put me off, then I got distracted, then I can't remember. Two weekends ago I was reminded by the "King of Friends" and his eternal drinking buddy the "King of Lushes" that I need to own this album. So when I came into some money (earlier today while doing laundry) I went out and bought it. I carefully and expertly opened the wrapping, removed the abstract pink pamphlet and stared at my undoing. I listened to it all the way back to my house, not a very long drive. I was only on track 6 of 11 when I pulled into my driveway. I sat there for the next fifteen minutes listening to the music, which I will not even try to quantify. Then I went to my room and have continued to listen to it (I believe I am on my fourth go round now). This is all to illustrate two points. The first, if you like pop/shoegazer/unquantifiable instrumentation buy "Loveless," though it might ruin you for all other music for a while. Secondly, I flip out over stuff far too easily.