*This is the first of 7 student blogs from my Rock History class. Read and enjoy their creations.
The sky is sapphire with diamonds and there is silence ringing in my ears. I hold onto that moment and then enter my house of chaos. I watch the Cinderella Story countless times and cry each time because I see it similar to my life. I wait for the happy ending and hold onto that moment. Christmas lights hit the glittering, virgin snow and the fire cracks and pops fervently inside--Coca Cola hitting the back of my throat--- reading books that makes me warm and fuzzy inside--these are all unquestionably moments to cherish. I love all these times because they hit me as unique, stunning, true, but still wholesome. That is so hard to find.
Alternative is also dear and true in my heart. Without it I might have already said the heck with life. Not only has the mainstream of popular music gouged my ears and given me countless headaches, it also has my satanic sister squawking ‘I Kissed a Girl’. That gives me… as Topanga from Boy Meets World would say “the Hibbiegibbies.” I really do not understand how people listen to pop today.
First of all they should just call it poop because that’s exactly what it sounds like and I really hate that word and seldom does that word leave my tongue, but in this case there is no escape from the word and I’m not going to repeat it. Nope. But anyway, my point is I think pop music is an outlet for ditzy people who do not have enough comprehension to know when something is actually good and then add some sexual references and you got a bunch of dumb, preppy, slutty girls sold. They’ll be your #1 fan. Gosh it sickens me.
My mom decided to go to my uncles one day when the roads were horrible and we were going extremely slow. Although it was annoying, I had survived most of the trip. That was until the song Just Dance came on. I lost it. How can people listen to this? Do we not have any yearning for expanded vocabulary? All the idiot said was the title. That’s my conclusion on pop because I should stop before I really detonate.
People constantly say where you are from will determine who you are which I do not believe is true. Let me explain. My mother is constantly imprisoning me and she is one minded about all situations. She won’t apologize and she’s stubborn. She has also accused me with false accusations saying I have done certain things in my relationship (I HAVN’T!) and her only reason for thinking that is because at my age that is what she was doing. Some people would say well I guess that’s your future kid. Sorry life sucks. I beg to differ. She has angered me so much that I REFUSE to be that way. My sister has taken that road and well all I have to say is she has an interesting road ahead of her. Alternative music is that same path for me. Pop (I know I said I wouldn’t mention it) is such a big load rubbish that I refuse to listen to it. I don’t care who is listening to it and I hate the clique attributes of the music. Alternative has that same attitude and that is so refreshing.
Enough sadness…moving on to explain my love for Alternative music =]
First of all because of my #1 love Nathan. Not because he loves it, but because we both do and it is quite hilarious when you get me and him shouting the lyrics in a confined car to Motion City Soundtrack, Jimmy Eat World, Flogging Molly, and trust me many, many more. We even have our favorite lines.
Motion City Soundtrack
♥ Pizza of my eye
♥ I'll be back in the ballroom swingin’
♥ I’m on fire and now I think I’m ready to bust a move
Check it out I’m rocking steady
Go!
Betty won’t stop listening to modern rock
How she hates to be alone
I try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake
♥ She loves the smell of Christmas trees
She sneezes when she sees bright lights
She fainted on the kitchen floor
When her father passed away
Our baby girl is due this May
And when the little lady grows up
I hope that she will be just like her mother
♥ You're the leaky sink of sentiment,
You're the failed attempts I never could forget.
You're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love..
♥ I'm sick of the things I do when I'm nervous
Like cleaning the oven or checking my tires
Or counting the number of tiles in the ceiling..
Head for the hills, the kitchen's on fire!
Jimmy Eat World
♥ you should see the canals are freezing
you should see me high
you should just be here
be with me here
On all of our destinations to town which might be Barnes and Noble, Chik-fil-A, or any place with satisfying food those lyrics will fill Nathans cute red car. These songs give me hope. Not only do they help me cope with my family feuds, it also reminds me that there are musicians out there that are not only focused on money. They want to make a living, but at the same time money isn’t the sole purpose. That is my life statement right there. The morals Alternative are pretty much mine in a nutshell. I believe that money is not the sole purpose. There are some things I differ with, but it is not enough to make me outraged. Mainly just the fact that I became shy when any sexual thing is mentioned. I usually just laugh the situations off. I know I can be perverted, but the reason is because well I really don’t know why. I’ll have to look into that. Whenever someone else says something though, expect me to blush. What is really funny and Nathan says it is cute and it is not is when we watch a movie together and something like that comes up. I hide. I don’t want to see that. Ewww. Alternative isn’t that bad though I guess. It’s more cursing, which there isn’t enough to hit a nerve.
That was supposed to be my conclusion, but I sort of started talking about something else and I don’t want to erase it because I want it all to be there. I told Mr. Burkhart I was going to mention Coldplay and Radiohead and I guess this’ll count. Last weekend I was listening to them while I made tortillas. I couldn’t understand anything, but it put me in the trance...or that might have been the smell of the tortillas. Although I did expect this to be long I wasn’t expecting to go on this long and I made it in 11point to make you struggle Mr. Burkhart. You’re Welcome. I’m done writing. That’s it. Period. Not that kind of period. Okay the end!
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