Ramble On...

[sisabet]

So I was flipping between comment replies - one to mintwitch explaining OutKast and the other gushing with negativeerin about Paul Thorn (another PT fan - squeee!! Mission Temple Fireworks Stand, ya'll. It must now be done. ahem) when I realized that saying my musical tastes are ecletic or divergent or any other big word you really want to call them, isn't accurate. They are just weird. I listen to strange things with no rhyme or reason and maybe I need more rhyme and reason. Maybe I need a stable base or genre and then I just go from there. I think I could be quite happy for sometime on Southern Bluesy Rock. Nah. I'd miss Nelly and his pimp-juice. Except, I think Nelly could actually fit into the Southern Bluesy Rock classification - he isn't what you would typically think of, but his voice is extremely southern (listen to "Country Grammar" if you have any doubt. I mean really listen to it - that song is freakin' brilliant and the structure is incredible)- so maybe all the music that I really love and adore comes from the same place and it is that thing that is the difference between me loving a song and me loving an artist. So when I think Willie and Dr Dre should collaborate, then it really would work and not just in my head. I also read an essay by Quentin Tarantino that called Johnny Cash the first gansta rapper. He was a hillbily thug.

Maybe I should stop thinking so much and get back to work.

Maybe I should just haunt my mailbox for my new heres_luck CD. Yeah, I know, Firefly shipped this week, but this CD is more important.

Also - I hate Bill O'Reilly and if Dawn continues to subject me to his television show every single day, my head could very well explode. I'm serious. My sister has done many evil and torturous things to me, but this infusion of Fox News into my brain is probably the worst on a very long list.

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Yay Dawn!