
As I sit here bundled up, I’m looking out the window and wishing that I could hibernate like a bear. Seriously, do you know how skinny I’d be when I woke up in the spring? Right in time for swimsuit season amiright? One of the things I do to deal with the fact that I can’t hibernate is listen to lots of music. All kinds of music. I enjoy finding a new band and listening to them until I’ve literally driven them into the ground like I did our first Subaru Outback. (If I’d only changed the timing belt I might still be driving that thing.) Music is an area where my wife’s wise “it takes all kinds” point is definitely true. I’ve reached the point in this rambling post where I will drop some good advice of my own. Music is completely subjective. Never read anything written by a music critic. Listen to the music. If you like it, like it. Dave Grohl once said, “I don’t believe in guilty pleasures, you know. I believe you should be able to like what you like.” He’s right. And I don’t even like the Foo Fighters. It takes all kinds of people to make the music world go round. Most art is like this. Subjective. (Except for modern art which is complete and utter nonsense.) It’s healthy to form your own opinions about music and how it makes you feel.
In Conclusion.
- If you prefer the cold, you are still probably a psychopath just like people who don’t watch sports.
- Music is a good way of passing these dreary days.
- Don’t let anyone tell you what kind of music to like.
- Orange popsicles are kind of gross.
- Wegman’s Romano is my new favorite shaky cheese.
- My wife is wise.
Whew. There was a lot in there today. Now I’m going to sit by the fire with my coffee and listen to Taylor Swift, Metallica, John Denver, Mandy Moore, Def Leppard, P.O.D., Good Charlotte, and Bob Seger. In that order.
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Regulators, mount up.