I like my internet radio. I used Pandora for about a year and a half, and then tried out Last.fm (which turned out to be pretty poorly designed and run…at least in a browser) so I only use it on my Xbox now and have switched back to Pandora indefinitely.
Anyways, I’ve found a group of artists who work well together in two seperate stations: Lifehouse, and The Script. You’ll get a bit of both in each other’s station, but alone and apart, both channels, in their own right, are exquisite. Lifehouse contains the Christian-based morality as their lyrics display continual relationship frustration, while The Script is just woeful and apathetic in their grief.
I’m continually taken aback by how personal experience can be brought back to life in the words of a song- and while, though not every song can sum up a complete experience- a channel of like songs can unitedly specify singular events wholly unrelated to their supposed intentions. And while stewing in this bubbling cauldron, savoring the bitter memories being stirred to the top, and contemplating the pathos I’ve commiserated in for months, I came to another frail conclusion:
I should probably clean my room now.
It’s a relationship, those two: Sad music = dirty living quarters. And adversely: Clean room = brighter outlook, lack of apathy, and change of audio genre. I’ve connected them in the past, and then quickly forgot the equation. Perhaps I’ll re-introduce some education into my life and begin to pick up where I left off, which would be my sock drawer.
Now, where did I leave my business-casuals? Oh, under the chair?
I’ll get those later.
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