Blah, blah, blah
I'm running through my iTunes looking for songs for a CD for my dad. I have some that he will like because he knows them, and a few that he'll like because I'm good at selecting songs for people (I think).
But the most fun is to sit and look at all the songs I have that just wouldn't work. Trying to imagine my dad's reaction if I gave him a CD with Arcade Fire, Imogen Heap, that song Laid, some James Blunt, and most of the rest of my collection. Which I am in love with, because I've been careful to choose only songs I really like for my iTunes. (Should I be embarrassed that I just admitted to having James Blunt on my iTunes--when I only have songs I really like?)
Anyway, I like to think that if my kids present me with a CD (or playlist, or whatever the kids are listening to) when I'm fifty, that I'll be ready to listen. But probably not. I'm guessing it's going to seem like a bunch of electronic noise. Or Top 40 nonsense. I mean, currently I hear "Buy you a Drink" and that lip gloss song way more than I need to.
People seem really desperate to find subjects for their songs--so desperate that they're narrating their night out at the bar or elaborating on their cosmetics in order to find lyrics. And I was about to get all condemning about that, and then I realized that kind of stuff makes up most of my blog posts.
However, no one's paying me to write this thing. And very few people read it*.
And that's good, because this post makes absolutely no sense.
*(although I'm thrilled with the ones that do! Hi, everyone!)
But the most fun is to sit and look at all the songs I have that just wouldn't work. Trying to imagine my dad's reaction if I gave him a CD with Arcade Fire, Imogen Heap, that song Laid, some James Blunt, and most of the rest of my collection. Which I am in love with, because I've been careful to choose only songs I really like for my iTunes. (Should I be embarrassed that I just admitted to having James Blunt on my iTunes--when I only have songs I really like?)
Anyway, I like to think that if my kids present me with a CD (or playlist, or whatever the kids are listening to) when I'm fifty, that I'll be ready to listen. But probably not. I'm guessing it's going to seem like a bunch of electronic noise. Or Top 40 nonsense. I mean, currently I hear "Buy you a Drink" and that lip gloss song way more than I need to.
People seem really desperate to find subjects for their songs--so desperate that they're narrating their night out at the bar or elaborating on their cosmetics in order to find lyrics. And I was about to get all condemning about that, and then I realized that kind of stuff makes up most of my blog posts.
However, no one's paying me to write this thing. And very few people read it*.
And that's good, because this post makes absolutely no sense.
*(although I'm thrilled with the ones that do! Hi, everyone!)
Labels: Family, Music and Lyrics, Random Ramble
posted by Melanie at 4:49 PM
