this is anti-autotune
Whenever I'm studying, the unfailing urge to get up and dance hits me. I can't blame this on anyone else but myself - and my awesome taste in music. I wish I could satisfy the incessant urge to move more often. Michael Jackson hits ranging from Beat It to Human Nature to Black or White make my head bop and my hips pop in my chair. Once in a Lifetime by the Talking Heads puts the itch to jump on my bed and belt out the chorus line in me. The newest album from British singer Adele puts my heart into a steady rhythm with her driving beats.
I don't tend to attach myself too strictly to a certain genre, or even a certain artist. A few names make the top of my list - Mother Mother and Dave Matthews Band in particular. One is characteristically avant gard pop, the other a mix of eclectic jazz and alternative rock. But really, to question my musical tastes is to question my entire existence. I can't find a better way to express who I am than with the creations of other far more talented and inspiring people than myself.
I'll admit, I'm a snob. I very rarely keep up to date with the current Billboard hits, seeing as I neither listen to the local radio station nor do I watch television. I search for authentic and inspiring music, not electronically generated melodies and harmonies set to catchy lyrics. Recently I discovered the harmonica-jamming, guitar strumming works of Kim Churchill, an artist based out of Australia who frequently plays on Vancouver Island, fortunately enough. A female counter part to him may be Kate Walsh, though I don't believe she's Australian. Both play with sensual lyrics and rich guitar riffs, grabbing at my heartstrings with every strum and every word.
I advocate for what I simply call “real hip hop” - the likes of Notorious Big, Jay-Z and Mos Def. Each had there beginnings in different time eras of hip hop, but each represents a true soul of rap and street music that cannot be replicated in the hip hop blaring in the ears of the youth today. Thank God T.I. Is in jail, where he can't permeate the radio waves any longer with his “shawty” lyrics and digitalized beats. As Jay-Z would say, “this is death of auto tune, moment of silence.” (Yes, I will plug Jay-Z til my dying day.)
And then there is the pop-punk, which I associate with mainly the tweens and fangirls of twenty-first century America. I prefer to keep my interest in this genre of music in the closet, so to say, seeing as I'd rather not be put into the stereotypical category of most scensters who go nuts over All Time Low and Fall Out Boy - though there's no lying I totally was one of those chicks in middle school. None the less, I pretend like I've never heard of them and groove along to Mumford and Sons when others are around - the idea of anyone finding out I still have a secret love affair with Cute Is What We Aim For and Forever The Sickest Kids is too much to bear.
I'm a show-goer. Presents to myself are frequently concert tickets or festival passes, though I've yet to make it to Sasquatch. I dance around at the front of the stage when acceptable, or squirm around in my seat a lot when I know the audience members behind me will make a fuss about a lunatic waving her arms about in front of their view. I suppose this makes me a bit of a fanatic, but I don't really mind. I prefer to enjoy my music with every little bit of my energy and will.
I don't tend to attach myself too strictly to a certain genre, or even a certain artist. A few names make the top of my list - Mother Mother and Dave Matthews Band in particular. One is characteristically avant gard pop, the other a mix of eclectic jazz and alternative rock. But really, to question my musical tastes is to question my entire existence. I can't find a better way to express who I am than with the creations of other far more talented and inspiring people than myself.
I'll admit, I'm a snob. I very rarely keep up to date with the current Billboard hits, seeing as I neither listen to the local radio station nor do I watch television. I search for authentic and inspiring music, not electronically generated melodies and harmonies set to catchy lyrics. Recently I discovered the harmonica-jamming, guitar strumming works of Kim Churchill, an artist based out of Australia who frequently plays on Vancouver Island, fortunately enough. A female counter part to him may be Kate Walsh, though I don't believe she's Australian. Both play with sensual lyrics and rich guitar riffs, grabbing at my heartstrings with every strum and every word.
I advocate for what I simply call “real hip hop” - the likes of Notorious Big, Jay-Z and Mos Def. Each had there beginnings in different time eras of hip hop, but each represents a true soul of rap and street music that cannot be replicated in the hip hop blaring in the ears of the youth today. Thank God T.I. Is in jail, where he can't permeate the radio waves any longer with his “shawty” lyrics and digitalized beats. As Jay-Z would say, “this is death of auto tune, moment of silence.” (Yes, I will plug Jay-Z til my dying day.)
And then there is the pop-punk, which I associate with mainly the tweens and fangirls of twenty-first century America. I prefer to keep my interest in this genre of music in the closet, so to say, seeing as I'd rather not be put into the stereotypical category of most scensters who go nuts over All Time Low and Fall Out Boy - though there's no lying I totally was one of those chicks in middle school. None the less, I pretend like I've never heard of them and groove along to Mumford and Sons when others are around - the idea of anyone finding out I still have a secret love affair with Cute Is What We Aim For and Forever The Sickest Kids is too much to bear.
I'm a show-goer. Presents to myself are frequently concert tickets or festival passes, though I've yet to make it to Sasquatch. I dance around at the front of the stage when acceptable, or squirm around in my seat a lot when I know the audience members behind me will make a fuss about a lunatic waving her arms about in front of their view. I suppose this makes me a bit of a fanatic, but I don't really mind. I prefer to enjoy my music with every little bit of my energy and will.