Thought for the day
So, I was lunching with a friend today and we were talking about a date on which I recently went. I haven't seen or heard from the guy since. Which, is actually a good thing considering the following:
1. Everything that came out of his mouth that night was some LOUDLY, ill-delivered witicism in response to something sarcastic I said. Buy ill-delivered, I mean it was very evident the man was trying to impress me with his rapier wit. What I got was a lone butter knife from a garage sale. If he didn't try so damn hard, maybe he would have been funny. But he wasn't.
2. When asked what kind of music he listened to, he responded "Um, Classic Rock..." and then later "I don't really listen to a lot of music."
OK, let's stop right the fuck there.
First.
If you are going to give an intelligent answer to the question, and you do, in fact listen to "Classic Rock", then be fucking specific. What? Beatles? Stones? The Who? Skynard? I mean, who even says that anymore? I'll tell you who. People who only listen to their local "Classic Rock" station on the goddamned radio. That's who. It's like saying "I listen to 'Alternative'". Shut up. Seriously. Stop talking now. You don't listen to music and you frighten me.
Which brings me to the other red, on fucking fire flag in his answer. "I don't really listen to a lot of music". I'm sorry. I cannot trust anyone who doesn't consider music a vital part of his life or as an outlet for expression. I just can't. As Theodore Thomas once said: "Music is the language of the soul." And I'm sorry, you don't know the language to your own soul, then I don't want anything to do with you. As much as I bitch about the constant identity crises I experience on a daily basis, I know my soul.
Also. Anyone who says they listen to "indie rock" can go get punched in the face by the other emo hipsters in Wicker Park.
GOD!
Go to this website:
http://www.josaka.com/Features/2005/Music-Quotes.htm
1. Everything that came out of his mouth that night was some LOUDLY, ill-delivered witicism in response to something sarcastic I said. Buy ill-delivered, I mean it was very evident the man was trying to impress me with his rapier wit. What I got was a lone butter knife from a garage sale. If he didn't try so damn hard, maybe he would have been funny. But he wasn't.
2. When asked what kind of music he listened to, he responded "Um, Classic Rock..." and then later "I don't really listen to a lot of music."
OK, let's stop right the fuck there.
First.
If you are going to give an intelligent answer to the question, and you do, in fact listen to "Classic Rock", then be fucking specific. What? Beatles? Stones? The Who? Skynard? I mean, who even says that anymore? I'll tell you who. People who only listen to their local "Classic Rock" station on the goddamned radio. That's who. It's like saying "I listen to 'Alternative'". Shut up. Seriously. Stop talking now. You don't listen to music and you frighten me.
Which brings me to the other red, on fucking fire flag in his answer. "I don't really listen to a lot of music". I'm sorry. I cannot trust anyone who doesn't consider music a vital part of his life or as an outlet for expression. I just can't. As Theodore Thomas once said: "Music is the language of the soul." And I'm sorry, you don't know the language to your own soul, then I don't want anything to do with you. As much as I bitch about the constant identity crises I experience on a daily basis, I know my soul.
Also. Anyone who says they listen to "indie rock" can go get punched in the face by the other emo hipsters in Wicker Park.
GOD!
Go to this website:
http://www.josaka.com/Features/2005/Music-Quotes.htm
posted by LC Greenwood at 3:34 PM
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