Monthly Archives: November 2013
No, this post isn’t going to be about the Justin Bieber song ‘Never Say Never.’ In fact, it’s not even going to be about the non-Eon Productions James Bond film “Never Say Never Again.” I’ve actually decided not to really “rage” this time but share my own personal observances and evolution of my own taste in music.
For a lot of people, music is part of one’s every day life. People play instruments, some write lyrics, listen to it while at work, in the car, and at the gym. Music is all around and everyone can have their own opinion about what they think “sounds good.” Before I get way more philosophical than I actually am, let’s dive in and dissect how music has shaped and evolved my lifetime.
I grew up in a fairly religious and Christian household. My Dad sang at church, weddings, funerals, and whenever really. Christian contemporary music is almost what I was “limited” to as a kid growing up. I’m not sure if it was as strict as I make it seem. I don’t really remember my parents banning me from listening to certain things, and I may have just been naive about it all. Either way, as a kid I listened to a lot of DC Talk and movie soundtracks. Cassette tapes I wore out most were DC Talk’s Jesus Freak and the soundtracks to Space Jam, Mighty Ducks 3, & The 6th Man. (If you’re not familiar with The 6th Man, it’s a movie from the late 90s starring Shawn and Marlon Wayans where they’re NCAA basketball players. One dies and comes back as a ghost to help the other fill the shoes of the deceased one. GREAT!)
You get the idea. I was pretty sheltered musically. I started taking piano lessons in about the 5th grade and really liked it and was pretty good. I actually competed in some sort of recital competition at the U of M a few times. You learn a piece and actually go into a soundproof room where it’s just you, the piano, and a judge. Pretty nerve-wracking for a ten year old.
When I was in middle school, I came across Metallica. I heard ‘Fuel’ once on TV or something and the next time I went to Disc-Go-Round I picked up Re-Load for about $6 and so it began. I stopped taking piano lessons and somehow got my parents to buy me a Squier electric guitar kit from the now defunct Mars Music store in Har Mar Mall. It came with a cherry red Squier strat, 10-15 watt amp, picks, cords, etc. I never took lessons and just taught myself. I discovered tab websites online like ultimate-guitar.com and really picked it up rather quickly.
As I was learning to play, my tastes in what I wanted to listen to changed too. I got pretty deep into the pop-punk bands that were popping up like Blink-182, Green Day, Sum 41, New Found Glory, etc. It didn’t hurt that their songs weren’t super challenging to master for a kid teaching himself to play the guitar either. At the same time I was really into Lynyrd Skynyrd, Metallica(still), Led Zeppelin, Styx, among others.
Mid-way through high school my music tastes changed again as I discovered Dave Matthews. The things he could do with an acoustic guitar were just amazing. So amazing that I saved up my money from my first couple of jobs and bought an acoustic guitar. Liking Dave and DMB brought on the discovery of more artists like him as I made my way through college. Post college I started to get into country music but rather limited myself to what artists I liked based on how twangy their sound was. (Not a huge fan of twang.)
Overall I find it pretty interesting that my tastes in music changed while I moved to each “stage” in life. Definitely pretty clear-cut eras. As I liked one, I despised others. Yet I somehow ended up liking those later on in life. When I was in my pop-punk phase I absolutely HATED Dave Matthews. I despised country music up until I actually started listening to it after I discovered Luke Bryan. Now I just enjoy it all and know that if I dislike a type of music, chances are I will love it in a few years. I won’t say never about music.
American Football is a game based on the advancement of a ball down the field. The position of this ball is spotted by humans based on eyesight. This will never be 100% accurate. Ever. Even upon video review, the spot of the ball can sometimes not be determined.
So, how do you expect officials to determine what is a football move? Or, if the defender got his hand inside the shoulder pads of his opponent, making it a “horse collar” tackle?
It is by a great deal of happenstance that Super Bowls are won.
Dear Fantasy Football,
Why do I play you?
All you do is give me anxiety. Second, triple, quadruple guessing who to start and who to pick up and then Chris Ivory gets 15 points on my bench while Riley Cooper got 6 in my FLEX position.
A crapshoot, that’s all you are. So-called “experts” from Yahoo!, CBS Sports, ESPN, etc. claim to know what they’re doing but they don’t either. Nobody does.
Is anyone ever really 100% satisfied with their entire roster going into the week? Even if I think I feel remotely close to it, the doubts creep in as soon as the games kickoff at Noon.
Every year at about this time in the season, regardless of where my team is in the standings, I always tell myself I should quit you. I’m just scared of the uncertainty of living through the NFL season without you.
I’ll contemplate that decision again later, for now I will just keep hating you every week.
P.S. I really hate Ray Rice.
This thing. Now, you might be saying to yourself, this is a classic! You’re thinking too much! It’s just a good time song about partying! What? My DVR is full of Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives reruns?
Seriously though, this thing. First of all, have you ever heard a studio version of this song? I never have until I found that YouTube clip. On classic rock radio, it’s always the same damn live version where the guitar cuts out during the chorus and you can hear every drunk factory worker in Fargo singing along. And it’s punctuated with Gene Simmons (or someone else, I have no idea) chiming in with “WHAT?” or “I CAN’T HEAR YA!”
Secondly, the song has no actual ending. They just get bored of repeating the same riff for two and a half minutes and just play a little arpeggio (?) and voila. Over. It is the longest sub three minute song in history. Also, it’s a ripoff of Cum on Feel the Noize by Quiet Riot. “You say you wanna go for a spin,” is sung virtually the same as “so you think I got an evil mind” or any of the other lines that start with “so.” Even right now I cant separate the songs from each other in my head.
Thirdly, the song has literally like 30 different words in it. Repeated. Over and over. YOU KEEP ON SHOUTIN YOU KEEP ON SHOUTIN!! ROCKANDROLLALLNIGHTANDPARTYEVERYDAYROCKANDROLLALLNIGHTANDPARTYEVERYDAYROCKANDROLLALLNIGHTANDPARTYEVERYDAYROCKANDROLLALLNIGHTANDPARTYEVERYDAYROCKANDROLLALLNIGHTANDPARTYEVERYDAYROCKANDROLLALLNIGHTANDPARTYEVERYDAY
Kiss sucks. Wait…
Yeah they still suck. But I like Beth regardless.