Music-rambles.

(I don't think my ENTP friend will ever discover this blog, and I hope he doesn't. On the afternoon of the last day of school we were listening to music at his house and he asked me why lyrics mattered so much to me. I have been musing over this question for a while now. I am still not completely sure myself, but perhaps you can hear in somebody's voice and own words an honesty you don't find in a mix of electronic sounds and beats: Bright Eyes' songs resound with weariness and soft, teary-eyed naivete. Radiohead's songs are cold and alienated and supermarket-cans-empty. The Verve's "The Drugs Don't Work" has a heart-sinking, hospitalized limpness (and I almost know what my not-bald friend means when he thinks something is "so depressing that I can't listen to this"). Many of Pearl Jam's songs, like "Black," are bitter and anguished. My Chemical Romance is explosive and cathartic and flings themselves to the world. As to why I value emotional honesty more than everything else, I have no clue. Something something something.)