If you were to open up my iTunes library right now, you would probably think me a very strange person. Maybe I am a strange person, but that’s irrelevant. I tend to be quite diverse in my musical tastes, and letting my library shuffle through its selection has been known to leave roommates and friends alternately dancing and cringing, simultaneously. I know; that was deep. When I was younger, my musical selection consisted of what was in my parents’ CD racks. Mom and Dad were the leaders for my church’s youth group, so my musical influences consisted of old Christian rock, CCM, and whatever my dad listened to on the radio. To this day, I openly shun all ’70s music.
As I progressed through my childhood and into my mid-teens, I suddenly discovered this wonderful thing known as Christian hard rock (Disciple, Red, Kutless, etc). Skeptical at first, I soon grew to love this lyrically clean and instrumentally loud form of music. Blasting it through my portable CD player, I was as happy as a boy could be. Until, that is, I met the world of online streaming music.
The proverbial metaphorical horizons of my mind began to expand. The sky and our 56k modem was the limit. I was introduced to ’90s Grunge, Indie, Pop, and ’50s swing. Yes, swing. Get over it. During the course of my years in 4H and other social conglomerations, I discovered the addictiveness of Pop and learned to live with the repetitive mass of guitars, banjos, and rednecks that is known as Country.
This brings us to college. A happily oblivious freshman, I soon was exposed to the wonders of cultural diversity. My old roommate is from California, my best friend hails from Rhode Island, and the rest of my friends converged from around the country and globe. My ears feasted eww… bad mental image on the wonders of Alternative Rock, Hipsteresque Indie bands, and strange mixtures of Rap and Rock. My musical journey, however, did not near completion until this past semester.
A strange, arrhythmic mash-up of popular songs and spoken word began to invade the halls of my dorm. Heavy bass drops and incomprehensible lyrics were heard throughout the internets. The era of Dubstep had begun. I found myself liking this strange and wonderful genre, and I soon added songs from Skrillex and Deadmau5 to my library.
I now have music for practically every mood, and I listen to most of it on a fairly frequent basis. When I’m feeling contemplative, I throw on some Adele, Evanescence, or Anberlin. When it’s time to study, you can find my speakers playing the soundtrack from Pirates of the Caribbean or Inception. When I’m feeling happy, the bass is booming and Lady Gaga, Cascada, or Linkin Park is singing to me. When I’m in the mood for something different, you can hear the Decemberists, Dropkick Murphys, or Needtobreathe entertaining the area. When I’m hopped up on caffeine, well, you never know what might come on. #BlueDaBaDee
That sums up my musical experience. I still don’t listen to much ’70s, country, or rap, but that’s mainly due to the musical influences of my childhood–in one way or another. I noted only a few of my favorite bands above, I listen to a much wider variety than I have space or you have attention span to list here. What are your favorite genres and bands? Leave a comment below and feel free to link to a youtube video!
No… this isn’t a post about alcohol. Tsk tsk… you should know me better by now. This is actually a post that is intended to promote the enjoyment and wonderfulness of the most fantastic of beverages. What would that be? Well then, there exist only a few options.
Alcoholic beverages are out of the equation — anything that causes people to run into trees in the middle of the night can’t be good. Except for Tim Tebow. He’s like… the greatest good, and he can probably make people run into trees.
Obviously, soda pop for you Yankees is one of the great inventions in the world of liquid ingestibles; however, the fact that it can double as a high-strength corrosive is slightly disconcerting. And you can use it to clean toilets. That makes me wanna drink Coke…
In the Great American South, nothing surpasses the glory and fame of the esteemed Sweet Tea. I’m pretty sure that if the South was an animistic culture, the tea god would be a deity comparable only to the fried chicken and pimento cheese sandwich gods. Even though I am a great lover of sweet tea, I cannot bring myself to list it as the best of drinks. Why? I once mistook the sweet tea for the pancake syrup; unfortunately, there wasn’t any discernible difference.
Closely related in form and name, but varying widely in taste, we have the wonderful British contribution of Hot Tea. Tea is a great beverage, but due to the fact that Britain once over-taxed a little colony of theirs, there has arisen another and more American drink in every sense of the word. Due to the fact that the phrase “tea party” conjures up images of little girls and Toy Story, this beverage has also fallen short of the title of greatest.
What is the wonderful beverage that has overshadowed even the most ubiquitous drink of the might British empire? Let’s see if you can guess. Although it has born the brunt of many criticisms of the medical community, it has many redeeming qualities. 1) It tastes good. 2) It goes great with milk, sugar, creamer, and many other additives. 3) It can come in many different forms, from hot to cold to ice creamed to home-brewed. 4) It gives a boost of energy the equivalent of eating 16 candy canes (depending on the quantity of beverage.) If you haven’t yet guessed what drink it is that I am talking about, then please… get a life. Just kidding. (Sort of.) Anyhow, coffee is my number one favorite drink of all time. In fact, I will even venture so far as to say that it is the best of all beverages that one could drink. Excepting maybe water… but that’s just plain boring.