I know, it's been a long time since I wrote a blog post. Sorry.
I was just thinking about music. My taste in music. It's what some people would call awful, I know. My friends who have music-snob tendencies just shake their heads in disgust. It's also kind of eclectic. Vanessa Carlton, Delasonica, Maren Ord, Belinda, Emmy Rossum, Natasha Bedingfield, Good Charlotte, Evanescence, Juanes, Switchfoot, Three Doors Down, The Veronicas, JD Natasha, Linkin Park, Nickelback.
I don't really care what those who turn up their noses at my taste in music have to say, though. When I'm looking for music I love, it just matters if I like it, not if other people do. And, admittedly, I don't have the most discriminating tastes. But is that bad? I don't think so.
Despite my taste in music, I don't know what I'd do without it. My music, that is. My iPod, before that my CD player. I feel like my life needs a soundtrack, honestly. The moments I remember most are always associated with music, often music that was actually playing, sometimes music that was playing only in my head. When I was told that smell was the strongest memory trigger, I said no, mine was music. Smell does nothing for me.
Despite my strong feelings about this, I can't create good music for anything. I took guitar lessons for awhile. I sing in the privacy of my own home. Can't do it. I guess I'll just keep listening. The job I used to want to have was picking movie soundtracks. Still seems like the coolest thing ever, but I have other goals now.
The soundtrack to the moment I'm writing this blog post: Slow Me Down by Emmy Rossum and Nolita Fairytale by Vanessa Carlton.