I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance

I don't get people who don't care about music. The vague lesbian has pretty good taste I have to say ignoring that time she paid money for System of a Down and My Chemical Romance (and yes I did go to their concert but that was ironically, although that poor little girl was terrified when I told Gerard Way to get his dick out but in my defence the way his speech was going I thought it was appropriate) but she cares not a whit about music and never knows the names of anything. The loveliest girl is always willing to listen to new things but views anything she doesn't hear on the radio as 'alternative' and 'something maybe Catherine would know'. My best girl loves the Germans and the Viking Epics which I can listen too but I lose interest rapidly. I've never minded that most of my friends don't know the bands I like nor do I only listen to obscure bands in a tragically hipper than thou manner. It does mean I miss a lot of concerts since I'd only go to one alone if I was desperate to see them but I suppose in my financial situation it's for the best.

There's pretty much no time when I'm not listening to music. I write to it, I study to it, it's the only thing that keeps me sane on the endless bus journeys. The day I woke up from my pretty little teenage bubble and formed my own tastes my dad rejoiced and sat me down and gave me a history of guitar noises. Sadly a very annoying bitch of a girl snapped me up and tried to mold me in her gothic image. That didn't last long when I pointed out that all Marilyn Manson songs were the same and Nirvana got rather boring after a while and would she please shut Rape Me up. It wasn't shocking anybody. Every guy I've been out with, no matter how short the time, has pushed his music onto me. I'm pretty open. I'll listen to most things of any genre as long as it's good. I'll even listen to crap music if I can enjoy it without taking it seriously (see the emo wail of MCR above) but I drew the line at watching AC/DC concerts and I'll never forgive one of them for making me sit through some awful film the Ramones did about high school or whathaveyou. I will admit that the only mix cd that someone made for me I gave back when I ditched him 2 weeks later because it was full of music I'd already told him I hated. Half of it was just bad screeching and others were pathetic singles from bands such as the Rasmus. Broke his heart so his annoying little friend likes to remind me.

Point is, music can make or break a moment. And let me set this straight, asking 'what kind of music are you into?' is the most annoying question and nearly always degenerates into a listing of bands until you both find one you like or feel like talking about, which is fine if it happens quickly but when you're shouting a list of names that mean nothing to the other person that's not conversation and make outs are not happening any faster.

Whew that was a bit of a rant there. You know what's the best though? Rediscovering a band you forgot you loved. Even better: rediscovering a band, looking up their back catalogue and finding new related bands. This happened to me today. I asked my little silver rectangle who I was going to fall in love with today and it offered Metric who are freakin awesome and you should listen if you have never done so before. From there I looked up their 2 previous albums and found out Emily Haines had done solo stuff and sang in a band called Broken Social Scene and since I recognised the name I looked them up too. They were one of those bands I'd heard a lot about but never actively listened to, much like Modest Mouse and Arcade Fire when they first came out, and like both of them I really should have because they rock.

One last thing, I know I'm a day late but I didn't look at it yesterday. Sometimes I read a little comic called Pictures For Sad Children, maybe you've seen it? It's pretty rad. For Valentine's Day the creator made a thing.
This is the thing:

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