These days kids are making youtube playlists. Or I do. But I’m an ADULT.
So whatever. The point is I’ve got a pretty pitiful love life and nobody to actually create an entire playlist for. I don’t even really listen to enough music nor pay attention to the subtleties of personality (SITE NAME, THANK YOU) to do that kind of shit.
Rather, I thought back, waaay back about half of my life ago, and tried to associate a song to someone I either dated or should have dated. The ‘should have dated’ list is a lot shorter than what I was expecting it to be, for the key reasons that: I don’t remember people who I ultimately don’t care about, and even if I do remember them and think I should have dated them, I probably didn’t hang around them enough to associate a song.
And if I did manage to associate a song, well, that would mean they’re in the mix.
Love. I would ban the word from the vocabulary. Such imprecision. Love, which love, what love? Sentiment, fantasy, longing, lust? Obsession, devouring need? Perhaps the only love that is accurate without qualification is the love of a very young child. Afterward, she too becomes a person. -White Oleander
Perhaps I’m just taking it all a little too personally.
Music not really a good topic to talk to me about. I typically hate it. I find it to be distracting.
For the most part, now that I think about it, I just hate to listen. This extends further than simply lack of musical taste, however, into other areas. I prefer older games with written dialog (or even older games with no dialog at all) so I can mute the fucker, I prefer foreign films because when I download them illegally they come with subtitles, and silent films because… duh.
And this was because I find music distracting from whatever I’m trying to pay attention to. If I’m playing a game, I’m trying to kill things. If I’m watching a movie, I like to be able to think about the plot, or appreciate the choreography. To establish the necessity for this as clearly as possible: Resident Evil, Memento, Buster Keaton. I’ll get into why I hate attempts at storytelling in video games another time. Suffice to say that the voice in my head doesn’t speak loudly and does not like being spoken over.
However, lately it seems this voice has quieted. No longer merely a rambling whisper, it seems to have silenced entirely. The angry, critical inner-Editor-in-Chief has apparently stepped down. I’m much more at ease, and unfortunately much stupider than I once was.
Which means I can now enjoy some tunes.
I’ve started by downloading a bunch of discographies, and listening to albums through once, saving only the songs that are immediately of interest to me on the first listen.
Thus begins the “First Listen” portion of my iPod finally getting used for something other than porn.
