I went on a cruise tonight. Blasted suuuperloud pop punk all across Edina. I forget how nice night drives are. Especially when it feels like fall out! I need to get a freaking car. Sell me cars for cheap.
Home.
Braving the unseasonably cool weather, I witnessed my first-ever walkoff homer, hit by Josh Willingham in my first visit to Target Field. Minnesota fucking rules. Better stay up all night playing Forza and listen to pop punk comps.
Summer
I had a realization during my french final about the music I’ll be recording this summer: If you compress the everliving fuck out of a single-note acoustic line, it’ll show better in the mix and have that cool compressed-acoustic-guitar sound.
Also, listen to Real Friends. They just put out an acoustic EP that would make your tears cry even smaller tears of joy.
Supplying professional musicians with music theory knowledge. Put me in the liner notes on the next album? Haha. This was cool.
Music and people and how sometimes it sucks.
When people hate on the music that their friends/peers love, it literally makes my skin crawl. It boils my blood. Hearing somebody say a band is “gay” or that a person is “gay” for liking a certain band, it immediately creates this weird, awkward air around the conversation and it just sucks. It’s wrong. Completely. The world needs to have a world-wide fair about the concepts of objectivity vs. subjectivity and how they relate to music. People need to keep their negative shit to themselves, and understand that if they’d had the same life experiences as the people they’re making fun of, they’d probably love the same music too. Music (for the most part) is art, and anyone can interpret anything in any way they want. That’s the whole beauty of it! Somebody loves Nickelback and wants to get a tattoo of Chad Kroeger’s face on their back? If it makes them truly happy, then more power to them.
I wish I didn’t have to remind people that it is fucked that “guilty pleasures” exist for some people in music. No person should EVER be ashamed of their tastes (as long as they’re morally/ethically sound). If your life experiences brought you to loving something, fuck anyone who doesn’t understand that. Bask in the unparalleled joy that music can bring. Anybody who doesn’t understand this concept, or goes against it, isn’t worth the time. Not everybody has to like the same music, but everybody SHOULD have a mutual respect and understanding for peoples tastes, regardless of how harshly they may contrast with their own.
Elitism of all shapes and sizes is an antiquated, malicious and backwards-driving practice that has absolutely no place in music. Remember that your taste in music is no better or worse than anyone else’s, only different. Nothing you or anyone can say or do changes that. Practice respect and understanding of people’s tastes with everyone that you meet, experience harmony. You fuckers.
Question:
What’s up with people getting tattoos of phrases in languages that aren’t their own? I can understand why some people might have a good reason to do it, but it is not always the case. I don’t think that makes you a more cultured person. If I saw a French person walking around with a tattoo that said in cursive english, “Life is good, eat a jolly rancher” I wouldn’t be particularly impressed. English is one of the most accurate and descriptive languages in the world. Utilize it. Says the guy with no tattoos.
Maybe that’s why the mountaineer must grit his teeth, dig in his claws and continue the climb, no matter the cost, no matter the odds, no matter the price. Every aching muscle screams at him to give up and go home but he MUST be strong, resilient, resolved and steadfast. It’s funny how the word “integrity” means nothing until you stare Anguish in the face and tell her sister Agony to beat it.
– Adam YoungSince I said I was gonna post stuff about my music:
This last weekend I penned 4 of the best songs I’ve ever written. It was in tents. Actually, it was in a dorm room, but I still got these songs out with rough demos recorded and they’re now alive. It’s exciting. I’m gonna try to record good demos of them soon. I decided to stop writing in a style geared towards pop punk and just do whatever the fuck I wanted to, I just let my imagination get the best of me and what came out was some pretty cool (and consequently, fairly pop punk-ish sometimes) acoustic songs. Not half-assed rehashed realist pop punk. Which excites me, because the world needs no more of that. So hopefully I can actually put these out and just have them be Extra Neat. Either way, I’m just doing this for fun and it feels pretty fun.
I also wish I had the time to make an awesome electro-house song. Maybe this summer. I love electro-house. And I fucking love Owl City.
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