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I was "watching" that music community on livejournal recently. I thought it would be interesting. Other than a few interesting videos (really just the one), it was unappealing. I saw people type about how "I love music" or "I listen to all kinds of music" or what have you. I saw one popular-tradition band mentioned after another. And the jazz tradition. This and other experiences leads me to believe that people, in general, do not mean what they say when they say "I like all kinds of music." I thought to myself, "If I were to plop some village folk music of bulgaria in a cd player, these people would probably not like it very much." Drones! Different systems of sound. And there were posts about "what makes music great?," and people said things like "good lyrics" or "it makes me feel good" or what have you.
Yes: Whine. Complain. And all the rest. I probably am offending somebody. I have become derivitive of a (if not an actual) music snob, harven't I? Or is it related but different? Is my dislike a valid thought or validly stupid?
I was at the restaurant today. It was...slow for a friday. I did not create any words of great meaning or value to me. At some point my talking diminished to near nothing. I thought of how unsatisfying things seemed; acceptable and privilaged, yet unsatisfying. I wanted to be trumpeting. Even if it were just for the sake of trumpeting. In my mind is that thought... "I dont mind the thought of living in a box. Or being hungry." "I am, afterall, just 'passing through.'" But living in a box only works in my head if I only have to worry about me.
If that is true, then what do I have to worry about once I leave this home?
I have typed all this before, haven't I?
Yes: Whine. Complain. And all the rest. I probably am offending somebody. I have become derivitive of a (if not an actual) music snob, harven't I? Or is it related but different? Is my dislike a valid thought or validly stupid?
I was at the restaurant today. It was...slow for a friday. I did not create any words of great meaning or value to me. At some point my talking diminished to near nothing. I thought of how unsatisfying things seemed; acceptable and privilaged, yet unsatisfying. I wanted to be trumpeting. Even if it were just for the sake of trumpeting. In my mind is that thought... "I dont mind the thought of living in a box. Or being hungry." "I am, afterall, just 'passing through.'" But living in a box only works in my head if I only have to worry about me.
If that is true, then what do I have to worry about once I leave this home?
I have typed all this before, haven't I?