I erased three whole paragraphs just then. I feel like a teen - happy one moment, collapsing on my bed in melodramatic tears the next with a fringe that just wont sit how it's supposed to being at fault.
Let me assure you, I love this, I do. Though I really don't have a fan base, writing is more a reassurance for myself. It reminds me that school is over and I still have my literacy. It assures me that I can never stop learning and that my mind will continue to be a sponge if I choose to let it. So, my seemingly hormonal outburst and destruction of what I had previously written isn't out of hate for this blog, grammar or the task of stringing coherent sentences together, no. It was merely because I knew I could do better. They were silly paragraphs anyway.
Authoring a blog about music isn't as easy as I thought. I approached it thinking "I like music, I'm good at music, my baby will like music. I'll write about music." Way to go, me. I clearly didn't take into account that - like every other potentially controversial subject from circumcision to George Bush (1 & 2) to The Biggest Loser - music would have its fair share of know all's, opinion givers and nay sayer's, all important members of "The Pretentious Society". I'm not saying I've actually ENCOUNTERED any of these people, God no. I barely have enough followers for that. My point is that sometimes I feel an enormous pressure (from the pretentious society) to delve deeper and deeper into the indie-est, most underground, only-12-people-know-of-them bands. I haven't succumb to this pressure, but I have been mulling it over after a friend mentioned that the bands I have featured would never make it into a contemporary review as they were too old to be new, fresh and baby-faced, yet not old enough to be considered totally awesome and write-worthy.
I dwelled on this point (stupid and yet, valid) for quite some time before deciding to write again. HEY AMYLEE! REMEMBER THE PURPOSE OF THIS BLOG???
Oooh, right. Music taste is as unique to people as the honkers on the front of their faces. It should not be considered a fashion, but a trait. A unique genetic code within us. As much as we hate to admit it sometimes, the music we were exposed to, surrounded with and fed by our parents and family growing up shapes the taste that we form later on in life. These songs accompany fond memories, travel the distance with us and are always welcome in our ears no matter how cheesy the hook. I suppose what I am trying to get across here is that this blog is not FOR anyone else (though you are more than welcome to read it etc). It is mine. It is for my baby. It is to document her and the music SHE is surrounded by and to give her the gift that my mother gave me. For me, it came in the form of Tracy Chapman, Paul Simon and Phil Collins. For her, it will be all that and much more. I am writing this because I love the music that I listen to and want to share it with my womb-mate.
Do you like Heartbeats? The candy? They are so good. With their informative little advices about relationships and matters of the heart on the wrapper and that flavour that just cannot be pinpointed to an individual fruit, they are among the few lollies I like. Lovedrug (the band) always remind me of heartbeats. I wish I had some now.
Pretend You're Alive
The flu is currently forcing me to pretend I'm alive. Not exactly irony...more corny than anything really. Enough about me, how about YOU, Lovedrug?
A seemingly understated band, Lovedrug have made their way up my list quite efficiently. Though they have three amazing, successful releases, have been featured on many a movie, TV show and radio station and recently performed at the South by South West (SxSW) festival, all Wikipedia has to say about them is: "Lovedrug is an indie rock band from Canton, Ohio that formed in 2001. Their third album, The Sucker Punch Show, was released October 28, 2008." Go wiki. I love Gen Y, they can be so cute.
Despite them not being THE NEXT BIG THING - IE. Playing at the Super Bowl, endorsing World Vision etc - they are of a sound that I love (and are eager enough to become that aforementioned band). Soaring melodies, cute little piano lines and rocking hooks make them the kind of band you want to listen to when you don't know what you want to listen to. They're the band that suit many a setting. The band that can sing you happy, hand you tissues or support your rage. They are THE BAND.
My darling girl has become quite active over the last couple of weeks and I would like to say she was having a little jive in my inside whilst listening. This probably isn't true, but I can believe what I want and so can you. Regardless of scientific truths and whimsical "if's", my baby girl is certainly getting a taste of her mumma's love for melodies. She's experiencing my day to day. She's become apart of my day, even though we are yet to meet, and that's the way I like it.
"I'd be happy if you'd share your web with me" - Lovedrug
Another thing. I am lazy. I will be posting more often now.
No more excuses.
Let me assure you, I love this, I do. Though I really don't have a fan base, writing is more a reassurance for myself. It reminds me that school is over and I still have my literacy. It assures me that I can never stop learning and that my mind will continue to be a sponge if I choose to let it. So, my seemingly hormonal outburst and destruction of what I had previously written isn't out of hate for this blog, grammar or the task of stringing coherent sentences together, no. It was merely because I knew I could do better. They were silly paragraphs anyway.
Authoring a blog about music isn't as easy as I thought. I approached it thinking "I like music, I'm good at music, my baby will like music. I'll write about music." Way to go, me. I clearly didn't take into account that - like every other potentially controversial subject from circumcision to George Bush (1 & 2) to The Biggest Loser - music would have its fair share of know all's, opinion givers and nay sayer's, all important members of "The Pretentious Society". I'm not saying I've actually ENCOUNTERED any of these people, God no. I barely have enough followers for that. My point is that sometimes I feel an enormous pressure (from the pretentious society) to delve deeper and deeper into the indie-est, most underground, only-12-people-know-of-them bands. I haven't succumb to this pressure, but I have been mulling it over after a friend mentioned that the bands I have featured would never make it into a contemporary review as they were too old to be new, fresh and baby-faced, yet not old enough to be considered totally awesome and write-worthy.
I dwelled on this point (stupid and yet, valid) for quite some time before deciding to write again. HEY AMYLEE! REMEMBER THE PURPOSE OF THIS BLOG???
Oooh, right. Music taste is as unique to people as the honkers on the front of their faces. It should not be considered a fashion, but a trait. A unique genetic code within us. As much as we hate to admit it sometimes, the music we were exposed to, surrounded with and fed by our parents and family growing up shapes the taste that we form later on in life. These songs accompany fond memories, travel the distance with us and are always welcome in our ears no matter how cheesy the hook. I suppose what I am trying to get across here is that this blog is not FOR anyone else (though you are more than welcome to read it etc). It is mine. It is for my baby. It is to document her and the music SHE is surrounded by and to give her the gift that my mother gave me. For me, it came in the form of Tracy Chapman, Paul Simon and Phil Collins. For her, it will be all that and much more. I am writing this because I love the music that I listen to and want to share it with my womb-mate.
Do you like Heartbeats? The candy? They are so good. With their informative little advices about relationships and matters of the heart on the wrapper and that flavour that just cannot be pinpointed to an individual fruit, they are among the few lollies I like. Lovedrug (the band) always remind me of heartbeats. I wish I had some now.
Pretend You're Alive
The flu is currently forcing me to pretend I'm alive. Not exactly irony...more corny than anything really. Enough about me, how about YOU, Lovedrug?
A seemingly understated band, Lovedrug have made their way up my list quite efficiently. Though they have three amazing, successful releases, have been featured on many a movie, TV show and radio station and recently performed at the South by South West (SxSW) festival, all Wikipedia has to say about them is: "Lovedrug is an indie rock band from Canton, Ohio that formed in 2001. Their third album, The Sucker Punch Show, was released October 28, 2008." Go wiki. I love Gen Y, they can be so cute.
Despite them not being THE NEXT BIG THING - IE. Playing at the Super Bowl, endorsing World Vision etc - they are of a sound that I love (and are eager enough to become that aforementioned band). Soaring melodies, cute little piano lines and rocking hooks make them the kind of band you want to listen to when you don't know what you want to listen to. They're the band that suit many a setting. The band that can sing you happy, hand you tissues or support your rage. They are THE BAND.
My darling girl has become quite active over the last couple of weeks and I would like to say she was having a little jive in my inside whilst listening. This probably isn't true, but I can believe what I want and so can you. Regardless of scientific truths and whimsical "if's", my baby girl is certainly getting a taste of her mumma's love for melodies. She's experiencing my day to day. She's become apart of my day, even though we are yet to meet, and that's the way I like it.
"I'd be happy if you'd share your web with me" - Lovedrug
Another thing. I am lazy. I will be posting more often now.
No more excuses.
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