For those about to rock, we salute you...
At my school, there is a lost art that no anthropology student alone could revive. The lost art... of rock and roll.
Admittedly, I'm not as into the hip-hop scene as everybody else in the world. I just don't feel like it's my kind of music. I love the driving beats, which could get almost anybody on their feet, but most of the time when I hear the song's lyrical content and an oftentimes unchanging melody, I get way turned off.
Sure, I appreciate Escobar as much as the next guy who loves thought provoking lyrics, but my heart has always been with the world of rock. It's not like I'm mad or anything, but there's just this one thing that gets on my nerves...
Nobody fucking wants to rock out anymore.
Every weekend I have a choice:
Choice 1: Party, inevitably playing hip-hop music the entire night
I pick this one a lot. Mainly because they offer me the company of these things that are semi-important while hanging out, AKA my friends. When all your friends are into the hip-hop party scene, and there's no feasible alternative, why not go?
So I go. And get bored. The whole going up to random girls and dancing thing got old after about the first week of doing it freshman year. First, unless you're one of those really sketchy guys who ends up sneaking up on a girl and dancing with her without her knowing it, you've gotta approach them. Assuming they're not a bitch and realize that it's only a dance, not a request to marry them, you have to wonder how bitchy they actually are...
Will she think I'm dancing too close? Will she think I'm dancing too far? Will she think I'm moving too much? Will she think I'm moving too little?
This is when you begin to say, hey, maybe she's not judgemental! Perhaps she is just dancing with me because she wants to have a good time?
Get real. You're at a damn frat party. The chances of you meeting a girl there you like are slightly higher than self-catalyzing primordial ooze.
And then, some days, I just get pissed off about the whole thing: annoying girls, music I don't like blasting at volumes that makes it sound like crap, not being able to hear anybody, the nice layer of sticky fluid covering the floor. For example, in this encounter, I may have been a bit harsh:
Me: "Do you want to dance?"
Girl: "Don't I know you from somewhere?"
Me: "Thankfully no." (walks away)
And this brings me to,
Choice 2: Rocking out, alone in my room
I'm not quite sure where the crying finds its equilibrium, but I'm fairly certain its somewhere between the joy of rocking out and the sadness of nobody else in the world even considering it.
I think I'm just an old fashioned rock and roll kid. I could envision myself sitting in a circle, around a "record" player, just talking to people and singing along, playing air guitar where appropriate. Actually, I feel like I'd love this, if I had ever done it with people instead of stuffed animals.
Soaring guitars, thumping bass lines, the crash of the hi-hat... they just strike a chord in my soul -- and doing a dance that's meant to represent sex with some girl I would probably hate doesn't... is that odd?
Admittedly, I'm not as into the hip-hop scene as everybody else in the world. I just don't feel like it's my kind of music. I love the driving beats, which could get almost anybody on their feet, but most of the time when I hear the song's lyrical content and an oftentimes unchanging melody, I get way turned off.
Sure, I appreciate Escobar as much as the next guy who loves thought provoking lyrics, but my heart has always been with the world of rock. It's not like I'm mad or anything, but there's just this one thing that gets on my nerves...
Nobody fucking wants to rock out anymore.
Every weekend I have a choice:
Choice 1: Party, inevitably playing hip-hop music the entire night
I pick this one a lot. Mainly because they offer me the company of these things that are semi-important while hanging out, AKA my friends. When all your friends are into the hip-hop party scene, and there's no feasible alternative, why not go?
So I go. And get bored. The whole going up to random girls and dancing thing got old after about the first week of doing it freshman year. First, unless you're one of those really sketchy guys who ends up sneaking up on a girl and dancing with her without her knowing it, you've gotta approach them. Assuming they're not a bitch and realize that it's only a dance, not a request to marry them, you have to wonder how bitchy they actually are...
Will she think I'm dancing too close? Will she think I'm dancing too far? Will she think I'm moving too much? Will she think I'm moving too little?
This is when you begin to say, hey, maybe she's not judgemental! Perhaps she is just dancing with me because she wants to have a good time?
Get real. You're at a damn frat party. The chances of you meeting a girl there you like are slightly higher than self-catalyzing primordial ooze.
And then, some days, I just get pissed off about the whole thing: annoying girls, music I don't like blasting at volumes that makes it sound like crap, not being able to hear anybody, the nice layer of sticky fluid covering the floor. For example, in this encounter, I may have been a bit harsh:
Me: "Do you want to dance?"
Girl: "Don't I know you from somewhere?"
Me: "Thankfully no." (walks away)
And this brings me to,
Choice 2: Rocking out, alone in my room
I'm not quite sure where the crying finds its equilibrium, but I'm fairly certain its somewhere between the joy of rocking out and the sadness of nobody else in the world even considering it.
I think I'm just an old fashioned rock and roll kid. I could envision myself sitting in a circle, around a "record" player, just talking to people and singing along, playing air guitar where appropriate. Actually, I feel like I'd love this, if I had ever done it with people instead of stuffed animals.
Soaring guitars, thumping bass lines, the crash of the hi-hat... they just strike a chord in my soul -- and doing a dance that's meant to represent sex with some girl I would probably hate doesn't... is that odd?