I woke up at 9:30 this morning. The plan was to go to the library, pick up my prescriptions at CVS, and come home. While watching The Rachel Ray Show and eating last night's leftover Italian sub, I decided I still didn't feel well enough to go out. Unfortunately I made this decision after taking adderell. At least I was able to finish a 658 page novel.
I spent the day cleaning up around the apartment which tends to go to shit after chemo. I'm also in the process of going through old mix CDs from back in the day. I keep the tracks I want and toss the disc. Unless the mix is quality, then the CD goes back with all it's other CD friends.
I was singing along to Oasis and I realized why all emo bands are so whiny. They can't help it; it's the voice! You figure most emo bands get their big break when they are still in high school, so their voices aren't 100% mature. As I write this I realize I am asking you to stretch your minds to feel bad for the emo kids... in that case, fuck it. Emo bands whine. End of story. ;)
I love music. Let me rephrase. I love GOOD music. I love everything about it. The vibrations good bass makes through the floor, guitar riffs, good lyrics. I say GOOD because I'm not a fan of music done badly. It does me and society (mainly, our ears) a disservice. As I listen to the songs on these various CDs (some of which go back to my high school days) the music transforms me to the place I was when this cd was created. Some of those times aren't nice times, but they were part of my life so I don't mind visiting. Like this track, for instance. You Spin Me Right Round by Dope. A classic cover. Dope played the 1998 Locobazooka concert in Worcester, MA. My friends and I were sophomores in high school and my dad and his girlfriend took us to the show. Of course we parted ways right away and hooked up with other kids from school. I then got really high on what we found out later was laced weed and wandered around the grounds for hours. Luckily I had really good friends. I also saw a girl with both her nipples pierced mud wrestling. I've been fascinated by nipple piercings since then. See what memories one song can bring? ;)
Until I have something better to say!
