Hurt

Ok
Originally this was gonna be a blog post about some really interesting subject like depression or optimism or which cheeses go best with mature coke. But I was on the internets earlier(always a bad start), and I came across a bit of a problem.

People argue about things that are based on opinions formed by incorrect information.

That is, people are misinformed, and then they go on the internet, and vent. And when they vent, they inherently frustrate someone else, which means that everyone argues, and we are left with something like this:



What this video shows is that the internet is filled not only with idiots, but idiots who don’t know when they are wrong. Also, said idiots have learnt very bad grammar. Now this poses the question, what shall we do with these festoons of the internet? Or how should we rehabilitate them?

To be perfectly honest, there has always been a massive section of society I feel, have no real use. These people should be disposed of, preferably from a high height, onto spikes.



Perhaps what we should really be doing is using message boards to send out educational messages of love or harmony. Rather than arguing about things that we know nothing about, we should have a crack team of super, nay, UBER nerds who surf the internet constantly commenting and addressing the inaccuracies of the internet. In this way, we can control the internet, and gain back a portion of society.

And then the bastards can start to pay their taxes.

The reason I got angry about the internet in this way was cos of a song that Leona Lewis is releasing. Basically, it is a cover of Hurt originally by Nine Inch Nails.
Here’s a link:



Now I like this song. In the kind of way I like toast. It’s alright, but I won’t wax lyrically about it like it’s the best thing ever. Neither will I dismiss it as a terrible piece of pop, cos, to be frank, Leona has an awesome voice and it rings of depth, if not pain and misery.

The things that are annoying me, are people firstly, stating that Johnny Cash wrote it. It was of course written by the awesome Trent Reznor, of Nine Inch Nails. To some extent that is the definitive record I guess. The thing is, if you scroll anywhere on the internet, you find fudgetards, of the sole opinion that that is not the case. This is where we, the normal minded people, need the power of the UberNerd. The UberNerd would be respected enough that he decides the winner in a comment post argument, he is the end of the argument, he is the law.

The other thing that annoys me is that people, including the “great”, NME magazine, are stating that the record has more in common with Johnny Cash’s 2002 version of the song. Ok so you can compare them all, here’s the original songs:





Listening to the 3 versions together, common sense would dictate that there is only one answer. The internet is blinded by love for the late great Man in Black. They refuse to acknowledge that Leona ‘X factor’, Lewis, could have anything to do with a song about suicide and drug abuse.

The reality of it is, from a technical point of view the NIN version is just like Leona’s. It maintains the off key 4th note in the hook, the piano paints a beautiful picture. The key factor more than anything is that the chorus resembles this image of triumphant love rising above it, in all its tragic majesty. It moves you and the crowd, it makes you feel warm and gives you hope. It is very much about this person being the only good thing about this persons life.

If we take a look at J. Cash’s version, it is more than anything a tribute to those who have stood there with him. It doesn’t build to much, all it is, is him and his voice and that piano. The piano is the backbone, maintaining that that one person, in this case his late wife June Carter Cash, is the one who kept him to his point. This is no triumphant release, he is albeit as humble about his life as he is reflective. The final note, that he as a person would not change a thing if he could go back, is the real crux of the song. The track abruptly ends, and we are left with an old mans memories.

Honestly I can’t see how you can really draw comparison between the three records in such a way. I have been rambling for a good while I think, but to be honest, I love the song, it is one of my favourite tracks of all time. Also, the video for it is one of the finest musical montages I have ever seen, and it gives me shivers every time I watch it.

OK, I’m done now.
Might not update this for a while, gotta work on a concept project that I thought of.
That said I might write another tomorrow.
Go cuddle some kittens
Peace out J

The Place Where Dreams Come True

Hey Guys,
Frank Sinatra once sang that life went in Cycles, that always there's laughter and then the tears. Life has a habit of not letting you go smooth, always hiding something else around the corner.



The song always made a lot of sense to me. I mean it is a pretty simple sentiment. Life comes and goes, we all exist in a larger scheme. Listening to it tonight, it kind of struck me. I go through cycles myself. I'm kind of in the middle of one now, and that is perfectly normal for me it would seem. As normal as eating 6 Mars bars in a row on a whim. But hey that happens I guess.

I am going somewhere with this, I promise.

After that I started to think about how we all look at things differently. I recently had one of my colleagues (I know right, I'm employable! who woulda thought it) called me bipolar to some extent. I understood what they meant by that so I disn't really take it as an insult. But what it got me thinking was this:

Why do we need to label people in such a way?

I know it was a completely innocent comment, but at the same time it was a clear observation that I acted in some way different from that person. And for that reason I was assigned a label, a title, a name, a derogative term even. It's as though as a race we can't stop ourselves from differentaiting all the different people until we are little more than bricks in a wall, numbers in a machine.



I know it may seem a bit funny that I should react so strongly to a harmless comment as such, but it really angers me in principle. As people we have a society that accepts everyone, but makes sure they are labeled and filed accordingly. We're constantly referring to people as gay, straighr, ugly, pretty, crazy, free-spirited, wasted and so many other terms, it seems to me that we spend far too long trying to file people away, and not enough time getting out what they have to say.

The other thing I wanna talk about is a pretty major story I guess. I'm sure you've all heard about the death of Gary Speed on Sunday.
If not:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/15910648.stm

Now I don't really wanna add too much to what has already been said, other than his loss is a tragedy to football and his family, and my thoughts are with them at this time. The point I wanna make is to do with how no-one knew what was going on with him.

Obviously we don't and may never know the exact reason that Gary Speed took his own life. It's also clear that no one expected or knew anything about it. This asks the question, how does a person hide so well?

In our society, that we habitually, pigeon hole and number people, we still can't identify those vulnerable to themselves. I find that quite shocking. I find it a disgrace in fact, that we as humans, find it easy to criticize and make fun of difference. Yet we struggle to acknowledge those who are different, those who need help and those in need of a label to help them cope.

The point I'm trying to get at is that we all spend so much time interacting with each other, judging each other, labeling each other. In this period, where we have an all time high of suicides, especially in the young male demographic, can't we as a race start to look out for each other?

What we lost in Gary Speed, I can only attribute to one factor. That no one noticed. And that is the real tragedy, that we as people have forgotten to notice each others existence anymore.

Why have we let it get that way?
Peace out

Funny thoughts that I've just been thinking

Hey guys...
I gonna start by saying that I'm gonna be a bit sporadi with this one. I have a lot on my mind and I just kind of wanna spurt it all out there. No wait. Not spurt, that sounds wrong. I just wanna express it all. Yeah. That sounds middle class enough.

So yesterday night I had a bit of a mini movie marathon. That is, I watched 2 movies back to back. Firstly I watched Remember the Titans, following it up with Field of Dreams. Now I'm sure a lot of you have watched Remember the Titans, and some of you Field of Dreams. In fact a lot of people haven't even heard of Field of Dreams. Now that is a shame, since it is a brilliant, cheesy, emotive and over the top film. I love it to bits for a couple of personal reasons as well as a genuine love for the American Sports Drama. It is the kind of film with just inspirational, lovely, infinitely quotable lines about self belief and glory that really stand the test of time.

Well as I was watching Field of Dreams, it kind of struck me, why aren't there as many of these films anymore?
That is, why aren't there as many feel good, all-american, family sports orientated dramas? Why is it, that I can no longer go to the cinema and watch a non-comedy knowing that it will leave me with a smile on my face and a warm fuzzy feeling in my heart? The only film I've seen this year that generated that feeling for me this year, was Real Steel, a film mocked by one of my friends as being "cheesy american shite".
The thing is, its not as though we as cinema goers have all become miserable old farts; comedies are doing better than ever. In particular, R-rated, or adult comedies, are taking a much larger share of the bocx office than ever. The all-american sports drama is dying. And it is being killed by a brand of cinema, that is in no way as beautiful or emotive of the American Dream.

That's right, Dance movies.
Basically, Hollywood is killing the great American Sports Drama, in order to be more "street". Now I guess that is ok if they are sending the same messages. The Mighty Ducks for example, taught me that you can't erase the past. But you can become better then that and redeem yourself. You Got Served taught me..... not to sleep with my best mates sister. Ok another example, Rocky taught me that it ain't over till it's over, that every dog will have its day and most crucially that somewhere, deep inside Sylvester Stallone, there was once a half decent actor. Step Up taught me.... how not to make a movie.
Maybe its me, but I just cannot get the same universal values from a movie about a bunch of kids dancing like freaks, that I do from underdog tales of people given up on and downtrodden. They inspire and guide me, and they give me hope above all things. A great bit of cinema hits home in your emotional gut, not just you cerebral cortex. If anything, I just think its a shame that Hollywood seems to be forgeting about heart, and focusing on body popping and connecting with the youth.

The main other thing I've been thinking about is time. Not so much in terms of how it runs out or the like, but more how its all relative. For example, recently I was in an emotionally active period with someone(paha how amibgous is that?). At the time I should have acted. But I didn't, and I didn't even realise I should have done for 26 hours, upon with point my reaction was such:

What it got me thinking is, that if I had made that descision, which in retrospect, was definately the right decision, the events of that moment and all those after would have been, to some extent, completely different. For one, I wouldn't have been banging my head against the wall.
In that same respect, how much of our lives come down to these kind of twitch reactions and decisions? The reality of it is, that as einstein said, to each action there is a reaction. So by that, we can say that everything has consequences, fairly simply. What I want you guys to take from that is this:
Life has a habit of throwing a million options to you, yet you only see a few at any one time. Why not take a different one for once, and see where you end up?

Peace out

I love you baby!!

Hi guys,
So recently I was thinking, why is it that some people just replace their stuff without any due regard to it.
I know that I can't even get an upgrade without going all misty eyed and wistful. I was practically bawling the day that my Playstation one (the small one) died on me. All that came flooding back were all the many games that I had completed and the major achievements I had managed on it. The device was a part of my memories and I loved it.
But at the same time, I can give you so many examples of when people just dispose of things with no regard for it. It's just an item, it has no meaning to its owner. Like when my neighbour crashed his car, his first question was what courtesey car was he getting. Didn't he for one second think of the car that had been carrying him around since he passed his driving test, 4 years prior, and how it was being treated?

I feel like this might be me flogging a dead horse, so I think I'll give you another example. Actually a horse is a good example. Imagine you had a horse. A relaible work horse. The kind of horse that would carry you from A to B, pick up C and shift it to D. And one day that horse just died. Doesn't matter how it died or where. It just died. You'd be heart broken,, devastated even. But you wouldn't do the same for a combine harvester if it broke.
The point I'm trying to make is this. What difference does a bit of flesh and blood make? Is it such that a portion of society can't love their tech?

Let me tell you another story( a regular Scherezenade tonight aren't I?). I had a car before. It was a 2001 plate Skoda Fabia, with a dodgy power steering motor. It took ages to heat up, was kind of cramped, and it had dents all over it from my erratic driving.
Her name was Faith.
The fact that I named her was key to me I think. As much as she had problems, she was my car, my friend, my loyal accomplice. In fact I hardly think I can say she had problems. She had flaws, and and fallicies. She was an imperfect car. And in that respect she had character. I knew what to expect from her, and she gave me all that and more. In fact, she was an unbelieveably reliable, fun to drive car. She had a chirpy spirit that I enjoyed so much, she gave and gave and never asked for anything back.
To be honest, I loved that car because I allowed myself to. It because I trusted that car, I believed in that car, I loved that car. Because I allowed myself to, I gave that car a name, a character, a soul. If anything, because of my own demeanour, I fell in love with a mechanical beast.

Why don't more of us do that?

Why don't you just work.......

Hey,
So recently I had a job interview. Well actually I had two.
Well I had two interviews for he same job. I got the job cos I'm awesome but then I turned it down cos I'm a bit wrong in the head.
Believe it or not, there is a point to this post and it is coming soon.
Out of the two interviews I intended to go by public transport on both occasions. The location was within the congestion charge zone so I didn't want to pay those costs by driving in. Take the bus I thought, make it cheap and cheerful. Well for my first interview I left my house 45 minutes early, for a 20 minute journey, a long time before the afternoon rush hour.
I spent 20 minutes waiting for a bus, after which the only one that went by, was so packed, it didn't even slow down let alone stop. At that point I realized I was at risk of running late. I made a judgement call and drove in, paid the congestion charge and did well in the interview.
I did so well in that interview, they invited me back that Friday for 9AM.
Now this time I was prepared for a slog, since I was heading into the rush hour. Leave like an hour early or something for it, take no risks and that.
So I left my house just after 7.30 in the morning, heading into the buisness sector of London. Little was I to know that the city was against me in every sense.

I think at this point I should point out, I don't exactly live in the sticks of London. By driving, I can be in the City within 10 minutes. Of course it takes a bit longer by public transport, but that is given.

My overall commute into the city on that fateful day was an eventful one. It began, in the rain. No less than three of my required buses, simply ignored the temporal reality of the bus stop I was waiting at. At this stage I made a judgement. I'm not gonna make it am I? I chose then, lets take a detour. So I take the bus to the nearest tube station, a solid move, surely.
Alas, I was unable to board a total of 4 trains due to overpacking. And when I did get on one, I got sweated on by a rather lovely hairy Greek bloke, whose economy my taxes were probably rescuing. For the whole 20 minutes of sweaty, rocky and sticky travel, I asked myself, why is it like this?

London Transport is one of the largest drains on taxpayers money. On top of that, it drains from fuel duty, congestion charge, and even pension funds. Out of all this flootsam and jetsam, how have we ended up with a system that invariably, ceases to work two times a day? You might argue with this sentiment, but it's true.
What if, for example, your car decided to stop working or work at 20% of it's capacity when you most needed it? Or what if, your taps decided to stop working when everyone was making a cup of tea during the X Factor? We wouldn't accept it in so many other mediums if something stopped working when its busy, so why do we accept it with something as expensieve as public transport?
Sadly, i don't really have many answers. We do need a better underground service overall, and I can accept that it is on its way. The thing that really irks me however , is the bus service. What the bus service needs to be doing is taking a long hard look at it's routes and timings, and deciding which are really neccesary. I understand why there are lots of the bus that take me to the station, but why are there so few of the bus that takes me right to the city first thing in the morning?
On top of that, some of the routes are wholeheartedly pointless. Arriva and Stagecoach each run a route that starts in Whitechapel, East London. Despite their differing ending points, they actually share 70% of their route. At what point did TFL make the decision that they were both neccesary?

Well anyway, after I got out of the train I realised I had 5 minutes to travel 15 minutes on a bus. So I decided to do the first smart thing I had done all morning: I got a cab. And needless to say it was mighty comfortable and I arrived at my destination in comfort and style. I went on to thrill the life out of my interviewers adn dazzle them with my skills.
Also, they shared my love of kittens.
Peace out

Cameras that could end the world!!!!

So I recently got my hands on the new Nikon J1 compact system camera. And I created an opinion on it. It feels nice, that is all.

That's all I can say I like about it, it feels nice to hold in the hand. The layout of buttons is nice and it has a nice weight to it. Other than that, it strikes a question. 
Who or what consumer market is this damn thing aimed at?

The reason I say this is that everything seems just so...... Half arsed. There's a dedicated video button, which only works in video mode....
It can shoot 60fps full res...... For about half a second......
It can do super duper slo mo video..... In unwatchable quality.

All of this points to me that Nikon wanted to do something a bit different with their first mirror less system camera. They seemed to want to create a camera that looked like it could do nothing, act like it could do a lot, but overall not really do anything.
So essentially, Nikon have created a device that is aimed at no one, designed for everyone and will be used by..... Someone?

Cos it comes back to the first point I made I guess. The device is a sexy bit of kit. It is, and this is the key thing I guess, iPod sexy. That means that despite its obvious shortcomings, it will sell. It will probably, have an initial hardcore following, saying it is the future and that all other devices are inferior and that it is the bees knees so to speak. 

The problem is that the device doesn't really do anything new or exciting. It simply puts its sub par features in a nice shell, that may dominate the market. If you may recall, a device dominating a market leads to stagnation in the market. So let's face it, the problem this camera poses, it may strangle the market.

And strangling markets, like strangling kittens, is just not cool.

Try to catch up Motherfucker!!

Hey,
Sorry for the swearing in the title. Well not really sorry for putting it there, more sorry if it offends you, you uptight crap.
But anyways, I was just listening to some music this morning, when it came to me, that musicians, some of them, are geniuses. I mean that they have a gift. A gift in being able to craft beautiful music that poses questions and makes you think. But every once in a while, you come across an album that actually blows your mind.
It makes you forget about the outside world and moves you. And its a commercial and critical bomb. And none of your friends can see the opinion that you hold so dear. No one else seems to appreciate that song or album for all the beauty that you can see in it.

I went to a concert last November for a very big band, who had just released their fourth album. Due to going with uptight bastards, I was seated and not moshing. Now this bands fourth album had been hated by fans stating that they had "forgotten", what they were about. Now that is utter pishtosh. If a band does exacxtly what said fans request, makes alubms identical in form, they get called stagnant and boring, lacking inspiration. The band cannot win. Needless to say, I was devastated when the song I had decided in my head that would be amazing when sung in a massive concert, was underwhelming due to only 20% of the crowd singing along.

Now the point I'm trying to make here is, that bands can't win if they always listen to the fans. Take a look at Papa Roach. They've made like 40 albums of generic crap metal. Their first album is still amazing. Yet they have a core fanbase that insists they are still awesome. Well, whilst most educated people can recite half of Last Resort, I can't even remember the guitar riff from Scars.
In the same sense look at Linkin Park. They did something completely different with A Thousand Suns. It's a concept album, an enigma. It doesn't seem to fit. And it's alienated a huge part of their fanbase. But it's a far better album than Minutes to Midnight. The new direction is something different enough to show that as a band they still have an amzing creativity within them. They still want to make music that questions you. And to every fan who doesn't like the new direction:

Y'all need to stop talking, start trying to catch up Motherfucker!!!!!!

X Factor: Like me or die?

X factor: a matter of talent or likeability?

So let me explain something about my yearly habits. Every year I say I’m not interested in the X Factor, or the soul-less machine of talent destruction. Yet  every year I end up watching it like some mindless zombie.
Now I’m not gonna lie, the main reason I’m watching it this year is because Gary Barlow is a sexy beast.
But the thing that I’ve noticed over the last 2 years or so is the prevalence of so called comedy or novelty acts Now as much as we can write off certain acts as definite comedy acts; Jedward, Wagner, Alexandra Burke, it’s another breed of contestant that really irks me.

The kind of contestant that bugs a lot of people. They might have a mildly good voice. Or they might have an individual character. Or they might just be easy on the eye. Whatever it may be, it means that the overlords that control the factor favour them. 

The thing is, and this is the controversial bit, these people are pushed further in the competition due to the ratings that they achieve. That is, they have a bit of an unfair advantage since they get through regardless of votes and such. They get pushed through since they have massive egos, that people either love or hate, and invariably, people watch it every week in order to see the thing that pisses them off so much.
In this respect, it’s hard to take the entire ‘talent’, aspect  of the show seriously. Whereas the program may have acted as though the best singer would win, it is, sadly a battle of like or even hate-ability. I’m not gonna list any particular contestants here, since we can all tell who they are. They are the ones that irritate and cause you to talk and rave about them on the interwebs, just like I am right now. The reason I feel the need to do so, is because they underly the fact that the X Factor has ceased to be a talent show, and is now just another reality contest. If you want real drama, just like the X Factor, you could switch over to Big Brother. It’s basically the same shit, just on 24hours a day.

Also, Cher Lloyd eats kitten heads, or so I’m told anyways.

Peace Out

Branding???

Hey again. two posts in as many days, I must be on fire. 
Branding, or even brand culture is a pretty major thing. Brand culture, for those of you less informed, is wereby a consumer mindlessly follows a brand based on a kind of undeniable arguement inside their head. So for someone to go out and choose a particular item over another based on no evidence other than there own arguement in their head.
It's thee kind of reasoning that apple or sony zealots have when purchasing their electronics.
"It's sony, so it's the best", or "it's an apple, It'll never go wrong"
So you end up with a subset of people, ignorant to all around them in their opinion of a particular item.

Now this may not seem like a major thing, you know some fly, others die.
It can't all be roses and butteflies, can it?

Well to be honest, if we continue in this way, we will end up destroying the market.
If we look back at the past, in particular the 70's. 1976 to be exact. A small company known as Apple inc was started. It was an alternative to the miocrosoft and IBm monsters at the time.
Now imagine that at that stage, the Apple 1(Apple's first computer), was a critical and commercial failure. Imagine if at no stage did Apple have that massive expansion, contraction and re-expansion that they had. Imagine what we woule be without.
The Ipod, the iPhone, possibly even digital music players. If you look back just 15 years, we could have stuck with removable media, with minidisc, or gone digital. But because of the way that we as conusmers had accepted the company, the iPod was a commercial success on a global scale.
But lets take it back a bit. If we take it back to the apple example. The Apple 1 did it all a bit dfifferently at the time. A mouse was used, with icons and all sorts. It was an option other than the giants of the time.
Let me give you an example from today. WebOs. An operating system that was not only different, but that had clear advantages over the competition. The difference between the two being that one gave us the basis for a global corporation and a true alternative to PC, whereas the other was cut short, deleted by a massive corporation unwilling to see their product out, due to a lack of commercail success.
What I'm trying to say is, as consumers, we're pigeonholed into focus groups and zealots and fanboys and all sorts. What if, in our blind following of brand ideology and the like, we're missing out on the next Apple 1?
Also every time a company dies, God kills a thousand kittens.
Peace out 

Things that have sprung to mind

Hey!

It's been a while hasn't it?
Hows that rash you had?
that bad huh?

Tough cheese hombre. True story, I stopped posting on this because I was convinced no-one was reading it. But recently, like yesterday, I just though to myself, if I'm ever gonna make it as a mega super media guy, I gotta start somewhere, and that means I gotta have an opinion on it all.
Like everything. So today I think I'm gonna talk about music again. I might end up talking about kittens though, so you have been warned.
I recently got 9 by Damien Rice. It's a pretty average albums. Once you get past the inital beauty of the pure composition; Rice has a gift in the way he can put a melody together, you  realise its not that great an album. In fact it is largely droll and uninspired.
Now I know thats not very informative, but bear with me. The reason this album is not so hot, is because Rice is defiant in his misery. That is, he largely refuses to be happy at any one point. It opens to the title track, 9, a ballad about a broken relationship and a lack of trust. Once you get past the initial melody and the angel like voice of Lisa Hannigan it just meanders on for 2 and a half minutes. Coconut skins is a mild high point to the album but the remainder of it is just dreary and a bit bleargh.
Which is my core complaint with this kind of alternative pop music.
To illustrate another example, lets take a much more popular example. Adele. Why the flying fudge is she so damn miserable? There is no discernable reason for the woman to be so mind numbingly dreary over 120 minutes of recorded audio. Over her two albums, Adele is only happy, like really happy, at the start of 21. After and before that, she is in abject misery and complaint. She derides herself, cursing her mistakes, wishing she could go back and change the past.
Which brings me to the largere point, why does misery like this sell? Damien Rices may not be huge, but both of Adele's albums were best sellers. Are we, as a nation, so miserable, we want to hear another person sing about being miserable? If music is escapism, i honestly think that we aren't doing it right. All this stuff does is perpetuate a mindless misery which has so saviour. There is no sweet aftertaste to the music.Not that its not moving or brilliant. Rather, it is moving but only in one emotion. Adele's music makes me rememeber my darkest moments. What it doesn't do however, is remind me how I overcame them....
I think Adele needs to go buy some kittens.
Peace out

why my taste in music is better than yours

Music is a pretty big thing i thinks.
like almost as big as anything i can think of.
Now the thing with music is that it is very much a generational thing. What I mean is that your parents will think that your music is shit, and you in turn will hate your children's music. This is because of music's evolutionary and social standing. What I mean is, firstly, music changes. Secondly, your taste in music is largely dictated by your social surroundings.
For example:
If your mates listen to lots of drum and bass, you are more likely to get into drum and bass.
They in turn were most probably exposed to it in a similar fashion.
That is, I am afraid, how it works largely.
And because of this, unless you are the owner of an inquisitive mind, you will forever be a slave to MTV.
How does it feel to be fucked by MTV?
Or, if your even more unlucky, you'll get sucked into indie music. That is, music thats not good enough to be popular, but thats not why it doesn't sell. It doesn't sell because of THE MAN, THE MAN wants to control your taste in music. It's fucking MIND CONTROL, and its in your music.
but really its shit music, defended by pretentious bastards, who really like said song, bwecause being edgy and alternative, is an easy way to get chicks. Hey, even indie dudes need to get their mack on....
But anyway, what it comes down to is exposure. If you aren't exposed to a genre or artist, its like that is something that you are missing out on. Sure there are plenty of things that I would happily say you should miss.
My Chemical Romance
umm
Lady Gaga
Generally music aimed at teenagers.
So what I have done is compile something of a list of artists that you should expose yourself to.
This is actually great music, but its not by any means the only music you should listen to. If we were a bit more open minded with our music taste, we would be able to experience so much great music.
Music is joy
Spread some motherfuckin love.

First of
Go listen to some classical music, just do it, you are missing out.
just listen to lots of it, and be open.
now here is the list proper.
Lupe Fiasco, Linkin Park, Papa Roach, The Script, Pre 2000 Green Day, The foo fighters, Nirvana,
Tupac shakur, Billy Joel, Bruce Springsteen, The Chemical Brother, Public Enemy, Run DMC,
the prodigy, Movie soundtracks( some of the best music ever!!!) The cinematic Orchestra, Rob Dougan
pendulum
Tiesto Aphex Twin Radiohead Genesis
Phil collins Frank Sinatra Jill Scott norah Jones Led Zeppelin Queen Michael Jackson, Black Sabbath

ummm

thats all i can think of now, ill add more if i like later

peace out

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