Dec 20, 2007 14:48
Looking at me I'm sure you think that my iPod is flooded with Mariah Carey and Celine Dion's greatest hits. That I have the entire collective works of Seals and Crofts, or Hall and Oates, or any of those 'word' and 'words' bands. But if I've clung to one thing through out my adolescence into adulthood is my taste in music.
I was fifteen and I nearly wore out my Guns and Roses Use Your Illusion, I and II just for those that want to nit pick me on that. The late eighties and early nineties were flooded with that whole music growth, expansion thing for me. The year Use Your Illusion came out grunge started too. It replaced that metal that had the ballad songs once in a while with indiscernible lyrics and flannel. God the flannel. It was a sea of non-washed masses that emerged from a generation that preferred AquaNet to keep their rocker-hair from moving while they head banged. Not that I head banged, I mean my dad told me the music would cause some hearing damage I wasn't going to add to it by thrashing my head around on purpose.
Still music is a big part of my life, and yes I do know a few choreographed routines, and sure I can rock out the Footloose dances too, but I'm going to hold onto the songs of my youth. I'm going to cling onto that younger vision of Axl Rose, and really try really hard to remove that scary sight of him at the MTV Music Awards, or Movie Awards that one year.
That was scary.