allonblack

Just when I think I fucking hate every piece of music I own, I find something new. That moment happens where you find yourself listening to that same song for hours on end and you lose all track of time. You feel vulnerable, and superman-esque at the same time. Ready to face tomorrow like you own the world, and you never want the moment to end. The contradictions in pop music are fucking great.

These pretty little songs that tell us how awful life is, and why no one should get out of the bed the next day. Or, this melancholy that lifts us up. It's like giving ADD meds to a kid that doesn't need them. He gets all spun out. To the child that needs them, it sedates.

That is why I love pop music.

Now is a great fucking time in music. It's been a long long drought. I can't begin to stress "Fuck the 90's" enough. Nothing good came of it. There was this one punk band that everyone grew long hard rubbery ones over, but, I still think Husker Du blew them away.

Now, I see more creative juices flowing than ever in my life. I've never felt so overwhelmed by new bands. I don't know what to do with myself sometimes. I haven't felt like this since I was in 6th grade and I started watching 120 minutes regularly. Mind you this is when you could still catch a Smiths video on MTV. Times were good.

I see that time again. Granted, a lot of what I see is a tribute. I can listen to any modern pop song and trace it's roots. Most of everything goes back to a few seminal bands and well know them, love them, etc. I don't like namedropping. The emphasis of this essay is love so, let's not get fucked up on the details. Except for The Chameleons. You can hear it everywhere if you listen.

So, it's about love. That song that provides spark to a swimming pool that has been filling with gasoline for weeks, just waiting to go up in flames. It's raining fire in my headphones, and I couldn't feel more righteous, jusitified, sad, happy, and dreamy. Alive.