kis·met \ˈkiz-ˌmet, -mət\ - noun; often capitalized
1. fate.
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"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language.
That may be the measure of our lives." - Toni Morrison

"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown

02 November 2009

whoa, it's november!

Have you ever noticed that when you listen to really, truly wonderful music, followed {involuntarily} by really, truly horrendous, makes-me-want-to-poke-my-eardrums-out music, that it makes the ugly music seem that much worse? Then of course, these thoughts immediately follow: "Gee, I sure am thankful for good music." and "Why on Earth would anybody listen to this _____?" {fill in the blank with any appropriate noun you so desire}.

Case in point: Early morning water aerobics.
Just because it's "exercising" does not mean that you have to play horrible, stereotypical work out music. Why the instructor insists on listening to kitschy techno remixes of otherwise, no wait, not otherwise...they were never good songs to begin with...I'll never know.
You also feel deep, internal confusion regarding the instructor, who dances along and heartily sings every line. Then work ends and you get in your truck where you create your own little sanctuary with your friends who live in your iPod, to try to purge your ears {and memory} of the atrocities it was just put through. You continue this musical cleansing, at least until Friday morning when you have to go back and endure the horrors of what shouldn't even be called music, that should have never, ever been produced.

What kind of music does this to you? What music do you hate with every fiber of your being?

4 comments:

Karen said...

LOL. You are too funny! I have to say that both the BeeGees & Barry Manilow were popular when I was younger. Didn't like them then, and still don't. The involuntary exposure to either would definitely offend my ears!

Give me some country, classical or inspirational...and I am good.

Brittany said...

Rap.... I refuse to accept it as "music". There is nothing musical about it. I also refuse to listen to that gosh awful screaming they call rock. It makes my ears bleed just thinking about it.
I prefer to listen to my 80's, Broadway musicals, Micheal Buble, Josh Groban, Andrea Bocelli, ect..

lotusgirl said...

I'm generally open to most kinds of music. It tends to be individual songs that grate on my nerves, usually because they are unnecessarily repetitive. That said. I love me some rock esp. the alt variety, but I'm not a big fan of thrash metal. Ouch. It hurts my ears. I'm also not real keen on most rap, but sometimes there are good ones.

scchesleys said...

Rap, screaming metal and opera. Can't deal with any of them, make my ears absolutely bleed. Will listen to most anything as long as it's not loud and obnoxious.