Rock n' Roll Refugees - Take Heed
The other day, I did something I told myself I'd never do: I ate roadkill - with tartar sauce.
Well, that's a lie. But the other day, I did something I told myself I'd never do: I walked around, while listening to my iPod...I stooped that low.
But it's okay, because I did it intentionally to try and figure out what all the ruckus was. Why is this so wonderful? Why do people ALWAYS WALK AROUND WITH THOSE DAMN EAR BUDS IN? STUPID ROCK N ROLL! Right? I prefer to have my ears open to the world around me. If something interesting goes down, I want to be the first on the scene. If two people start fighting, I want to be the henchman in the back, saying "OOHH SHIIIIIT!" (for both sides, of course, that's the way I roll.) And if Gabriel blasts his trumpet, I'll know. I won't be the kid too busy listening to Green Day to miss the Apocalypse.
So this is how it happened. I took my iPod to the gym (which was a big step for me as well), and Mr. Shuffle-uf-a-gus kept choosing fantastic songs to play, all on his own. So after finishing up a cardiac arrest on the elliptical machine, I kept my headphones on, because The Kinks were crooning Lola - and I didn't feel right turning it off. Then Lola was followed up with Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and I realized I couldn't turn that off either, and soon enough, I was outside of EMU's gym, in the fresh air, with headphones on.
What the Diddy. Who was I? I pondered for a good 10 seconds as to whether or not I should carry on when Maps was done, and my curiosity won over my better judgment. I carried on home listening to my iPod. After that, Cake came on, and yeah, well. Yeah.
I didn't make it home listening to music, because I felt too much like a square. I also realized I would never be able to be good at it. My problem is that when I listen to music, I just want to rock out. Rock the diddy out. I can do this in my car. I can do this in my room. In a restaurant, club, in line at the bank, ok fine. Anywhere. But the problem is, when I'm walking down the street by myself, I feel funny pounding my Fists of Rock in the air. And I'm sure not enjoying music if my Rock Fists hang stagnant by my sides.
The only cool part about listening to your iPod in public (hehe, I accidentally spelled that pubic at first. teehhee!) is that it's easier to imagine the entire world as a music video...and that's pretty neat.
But more so, it's really obnoxious to have thousands of aloof Rock n' Rollers walking around all the time. I guess what these Jr. Refugees don't understand is that rockin' out isn't always musical. Sometimes you have to verbally rock out, physically rock out, mentally rock out, and GOOD GOD, CONVERSATIONALLY ROCK OUT.
Word. So now that I've "been there, done that" I'm not sure I'll visit again.
Well, that's a lie. But the other day, I did something I told myself I'd never do: I walked around, while listening to my iPod...I stooped that low.
But it's okay, because I did it intentionally to try and figure out what all the ruckus was. Why is this so wonderful? Why do people ALWAYS WALK AROUND WITH THOSE DAMN EAR BUDS IN? STUPID ROCK N ROLL! Right? I prefer to have my ears open to the world around me. If something interesting goes down, I want to be the first on the scene. If two people start fighting, I want to be the henchman in the back, saying "OOHH SHIIIIIT!" (for both sides, of course, that's the way I roll.) And if Gabriel blasts his trumpet, I'll know. I won't be the kid too busy listening to Green Day to miss the Apocalypse.
So this is how it happened. I took my iPod to the gym (which was a big step for me as well), and Mr. Shuffle-uf-a-gus kept choosing fantastic songs to play, all on his own. So after finishing up a cardiac arrest on the elliptical machine, I kept my headphones on, because The Kinks were crooning Lola - and I didn't feel right turning it off. Then Lola was followed up with Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and I realized I couldn't turn that off either, and soon enough, I was outside of EMU's gym, in the fresh air, with headphones on.
What the Diddy. Who was I? I pondered for a good 10 seconds as to whether or not I should carry on when Maps was done, and my curiosity won over my better judgment. I carried on home listening to my iPod. After that, Cake came on, and yeah, well. Yeah.
I didn't make it home listening to music, because I felt too much like a square. I also realized I would never be able to be good at it. My problem is that when I listen to music, I just want to rock out. Rock the diddy out. I can do this in my car. I can do this in my room. In a restaurant, club, in line at the bank, ok fine. Anywhere. But the problem is, when I'm walking down the street by myself, I feel funny pounding my Fists of Rock in the air. And I'm sure not enjoying music if my Rock Fists hang stagnant by my sides.
The only cool part about listening to your iPod in public (hehe, I accidentally spelled that pubic at first. teehhee!) is that it's easier to imagine the entire world as a music video...and that's pretty neat.
But more so, it's really obnoxious to have thousands of aloof Rock n' Rollers walking around all the time. I guess what these Jr. Refugees don't understand is that rockin' out isn't always musical. Sometimes you have to verbally rock out, physically rock out, mentally rock out, and GOOD GOD, CONVERSATIONALLY ROCK OUT.
Word. So now that I've "been there, done that" I'm not sure I'll visit again.