A little thing about music I typed up:
What does music mean to me?
It’s a gateway drug. I can let it put me in any mood I desire. There are moments where I’ll sit alone in my room with little on my mind, and put on some laid-back tunes to generate imaginary memories. For instance, I’m listening to “I Thought” by Bryan Ferry as I type this.
Music can also make me think about stuff I wish I could experience myself, like finding love. I’ve never been the kind of guy to put myself out there, and what holds me back is the fear of getting negative reactions out of people I talk to. While I usually cannot relate to all the love ballads I put on every now and then, one thing is for certain: the good vibes I hear out of them can still put me in a good mood regardless of lyrical content.
I’ve lost friends at a steady rate since graduating high school over five years ago, and the few remaining friends I still had from that period all abandoned me near the end of last year. I’ve been running as a lone wolf since then, and there are moments where I personally feel like random people (or, quite frankly, the whole world) either inexplicably hate my guts or have no interest in attempting to help me out with anything. Even therapists have straight-up ignored me. That’s how bad it’s gotten. Despite this, these long periods of loneliness have actually given me more free time to discover the world of old and oft-forgotten music from the 20th century. I’ve never particularly cared about current music trends, for I have determined that the genuine heart and soul of music comes from all the rock pioneers back in the day. Whether that be artists utilizing then-new techniques or bands blending genres, there is much more to explore other than the same old overplayed shlock heard on the classic rock stations every day. I have my dad to thank for introducing me to the music he grew up with back in his day. If it weren’t for him, I don’t think I’d have as strong of a love for rock music as I do now. Who cares if I don’t follow the general crowd; what matters is that I’ve found what I truly like. I only wish others my age could see what they’re missing out on.
My music library has grown a considerable amount since, and now I’m about to hit the 20,000 song mark. I can safely say that around 90% of those songs are more than a decade old. As much as I’d like to ease back on music discovery and actually try to have a social life again, my heart tells me that this hobby is something I know I can be good at. Music may not help me gain new friends quickly, but darn it, I can’t help but feel good about at all the great old songs I’ve heard in my life thus far.
Music is my best friend. That is what it means to me.
It’s a gateway drug. I can let it put me in any mood I desire. There are moments where I’ll sit alone in my room with little on my mind, and put on some laid-back tunes to generate imaginary memories. For instance, I’m listening to “I Thought” by Bryan Ferry as I type this.
Music can also make me think about stuff I wish I could experience myself, like finding love. I’ve never been the kind of guy to put myself out there, and what holds me back is the fear of getting negative reactions out of people I talk to. While I usually cannot relate to all the love ballads I put on every now and then, one thing is for certain: the good vibes I hear out of them can still put me in a good mood regardless of lyrical content.
I’ve lost friends at a steady rate since graduating high school over five years ago, and the few remaining friends I still had from that period all abandoned me near the end of last year. I’ve been running as a lone wolf since then, and there are moments where I personally feel like random people (or, quite frankly, the whole world) either inexplicably hate my guts or have no interest in attempting to help me out with anything. Even therapists have straight-up ignored me. That’s how bad it’s gotten. Despite this, these long periods of loneliness have actually given me more free time to discover the world of old and oft-forgotten music from the 20th century. I’ve never particularly cared about current music trends, for I have determined that the genuine heart and soul of music comes from all the rock pioneers back in the day. Whether that be artists utilizing then-new techniques or bands blending genres, there is much more to explore other than the same old overplayed shlock heard on the classic rock stations every day. I have my dad to thank for introducing me to the music he grew up with back in his day. If it weren’t for him, I don’t think I’d have as strong of a love for rock music as I do now. Who cares if I don’t follow the general crowd; what matters is that I’ve found what I truly like. I only wish others my age could see what they’re missing out on.
My music library has grown a considerable amount since, and now I’m about to hit the 20,000 song mark. I can safely say that around 90% of those songs are more than a decade old. As much as I’d like to ease back on music discovery and actually try to have a social life again, my heart tells me that this hobby is something I know I can be good at. Music may not help me gain new friends quickly, but darn it, I can’t help but feel good about at all the great old songs I’ve heard in my life thus far.
Music is my best friend. That is what it means to me.
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