i don't know what kind of music i like. i think i sort of like all kinds, and no kinds. it all depends on too much of everything. i like it when the female vocals sound hysteric or brokenhearted. i like it faster than slow, but hate it when it gets too fast i can barely hear the words. i like it when the male vocals hit higher notes in a chorus. i like songs that are named with a specific date or time, or a place. i almost like all songs with "california" in their names. i like songs about pirates or romeo and juliet or a kiss or when a guy sings about a girl being a princess or songs with biblical or mythical or historical reference, songs that one needs to decode to know the essence. i like songs that sound all innocent when the theme is basically about sex. i like it when it is rough, when sometimes the vocal speaks the lyrics in a lower voice. i like it when it is a live recording and the vocal changes some of the lyrics or murmurs something in or out of context. i like the 90s most. i like grunge. i like music you can do silly dance moves to. i like it when it overwhelms my room and hugs me to sleep. i like it when it comes with a guitar solo. i like it when it is a duet. i like it when i think it is cute. i like it when it is nostalgic, lively, or super dead. i like it when it speaks my heart.
today i like this song, it reminds me of how my elder brother used to drive me school when i first entered the university, and then not anymore. it reminds me of how my elder sister used to did all my haircuts and hairdos, and then not anymore.
sometimes when people grow old, they grow apart. sometimes you are not even replaced or misplaced, you simply lose your place. it is a small family we have now. i cannot say we are not happy, because we have never been in this much of harmony and peace since dad passed away. i think mom and i have done pretty well. but sometimes i miss the full house we once lived in, when everyone came home for dinner and there were almost always around 10 people at least. that was another kind of good, and another kind of life.
today i like this song, it reminds me of how my elder brother used to drive me school when i first entered the university, and then not anymore. it reminds me of how my elder sister used to did all my haircuts and hairdos, and then not anymore.
sometimes when people grow old, they grow apart. sometimes you are not even replaced or misplaced, you simply lose your place. it is a small family we have now. i cannot say we are not happy, because we have never been in this much of harmony and peace since dad passed away. i think mom and i have done pretty well. but sometimes i miss the full house we once lived in, when everyone came home for dinner and there were almost always around 10 people at least. that was another kind of good, and another kind of life.
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