Sunday, December 22, 2013

My Stages of Musical Taste

Don't worry, guys! No more playlist posts! At least, until I can't stand it any longer, and am forced to do it via uncontrollable genetic programming. (You should probably tell me if I should restrain myself)

But you know that moment when you're looking through old YouTube playlists, and you find one that you totally forgot about? Or an old station on Pandora? And so you listen to it, and you think it's going to be all fun and games and nostalgia, and IT IS NOT. Your magnificent forgotten music taste eats you up and sucks into the VOID OF SONGS YOU FORGOT EXISTED. AND ITS JUST A GREAT TIME. 

I had totally forgotten that I had listened to a song called Majesty of Decay by The Burns Unit FOUR HUNDRED TIMES. I had forgotten that the lyrics had been tattooed onto my ear drums. Or that band The Mountain Goats that no one had heard of before John Green made them mildly more popular, not really? I had forgotten how obsessed I had been about their song Love Love Love; the one where they describe Kurt Cobain killing himself so nicely, in such a way that I had wanted to make it my valedictorian speech? By God, I had even forgotten about the band Eddie From Ohio. 

I've been listening to these songs for two days straight, and let me tell you, this is the one time when I am not ashamed of my past self. 

I can even remember how I found out about all these great artists. I had watched the movie He's Just Not That Into You (you know, the one with Bradley Cooper, Jennifer Aniston, Ben Afleck, Drew Barrymore, EVERY OTHER PERSON IN HOLLYWOOD, and ScarJo before she was Black Widow? You know the one), and I had loved the soundtrack so much. So, naturally, I went to the library and burned the CD to my iPod. The song Madly by Tristan Prettyman was my favourite, so I decided to make a station on Pandora to find songs similar to it without actually doing any work. 

I sculpted this beautiful playlist over months, and pretty soon, it knew me better than my own family. 

Then I just completely forgot about it. 


You know, I cannot even explain how many phases of music I have went through. When I was little, as in 2-9, I would only listen to Stevie Nicks, Pat Benatar, and Disney Princess songs. Then, I went through this phase where I.....ok wait, that phase actually lasted a lot longer than I thought. But anyways, there was like a two year bit where I was only exposed to American Idol songs, so I still have those in my old MP3 player and cringe when I look at it. Then, the phase where I only listened to the Hairspray and HSM soundtracks. I'm still a bit in that phase, though, to be honest. But aren't we all??

Then my God-awful country phase. But at least I wasn't alone in that one. You know who you are, old friend. (This also includes the Taylor Swift phase, who we all now know as the Queen of internalized misogyny ^u^)

Then the Blurred Years, where I had no idea who I was. I don't even know, man. I don't even know. What even is Owl City.

And now, I have at LEAST 20+ genres in me. I like Lady Gaga and One Direction (I'm comfortable with who I am), but I also like Sleeping With Sirens and Awolnation, and also Mumford & Sons, and also bands no one knows about like Last Tuesday Weld and Port O'Brien, and of course Florence + the Machine, Owl City, and Lorde, and who can forget classical music and the punk songs from ballets like Swan Lake or FREAKING MUSICALS LIKE HAIRSPRAY AND ALSO HAIRSPRAY AND I GUESS PHANTOM OF THE OPERA OR PERHAPS LES MISÉRABLES and then there's P!nk or the trippy stuff like Foster the People or the downright psychedelic like St. Vincent, and Bastille is on my mind all the freaking time, and Disney songs are still my favourite, and you know, I will always have a Stevie Nicks poster from 1986 on my wall, and Love is a Battlefield is still the most metal song ever. 

But no country. 


Although, I would have to say, my favourite song ever? EVAR???!?!



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