Music
I've been called a music snob. I don't know what that means. I can be a touch judgemental about music...but who isn't? I am merely fortunate that I enjoy fantastic music that is thoughtfully written with actual lyrics that make sense. Case in point...yesterday I had the misfortune of overhearing a new pop song titled Fergilicious. BTW, I could care less if I spelled it right, since the song is as mindless as my Jack Russell barking at light (his mortal enemy). I digress. This is not an "all music should challenge (you)/inspire (you)/call (you) to arms/enlighten (you)/cajole (you)" type of post. You, reader who does not yet exist, are allowed to listen to anything you like. But WHY would anyone EVER willfully choose a song about how hot the singer believes she is, and subsequently said hotness now must inspire a new word to be inserted in the English lexicon? Stunning. I have a feeling I will routinely provide some insight into my current music preferences and what music is actually accomplishing something in my life. Why else would I listen? Point being...no need to waste time on music that is crap. Fergilicious=crap. Not crap? Only Love by Griffin House. Click on the title, put on your headphones, and consider what he's saying. THAT'S music worth listening too. Plus, Grif is cool too...like a double special treat...
Labels: Griffin House, Music snob