ehh

I'm 19 tracks into the discography of Asian Kung-Fu generation, and I'm liking it a lot so far. It's been awhile since I've listened to this kind of sound. You know, instead of those gentle indie rockers or hip-hop artists or soft-spoken bands or whatever. You know, a real band. With traditional guitars and drums and that frantic sound achieved only when you're playing out of a garage or while you're in college struggling to make a band while attaining your communications degree.

It's a very rough sound. It reminds me of high school, when I'd spend hours in my room just listening to alt. rock and emo and stuff. I'd spend hours with Pinkerton on repeat, staring at the ceiling and wanting my homework to do itself. I'd play The Matches when I was waiting for the bus to come. It was all just noise, noise, noise. I'm pretty sure that I can attribute my lack of hearing to this particular genre.

During spring break I took my old cds and listened to them again. It was weird because I was using an old disc-player I haven't touched in years, and I was listening to cds, which I haven't used in years. It was an interesting experience, seeing some of my songs inspire a nostalgia in me, and others... well, I didn't have the best musical taste back then.

When I was younger all I wanted to do was write in my room and listen to music all the time. But the me now realizes that can't happen, or if it were, it'd be very hard. Attaining good grades, recommendations, internships, graduate schools, and the money for affording such ventures... it seems that I've been straddled with a lot of responsibility lately. Sometimes I miss being young, back when there wasn't any pressure, when you didn't have to look out at the horizon simply because every day was the same.

on another note I'm kind of addicted to bean paste nowadays.

I need to start listening to rock again.