What (More) Can I Say?

When I love something, I really love it. Become infatuated. Stay up late and double-post (If you scroll down, you'll see that I totally already posted for today).

Tonight's obsession takes me back to my roots: music. Before, or should I say, just when things got complicated, music was my one true love. Take a peek at my iTunes and you'll see a hodge-podge of tunes that somehow fit perfectly together. When all else fails, there's a song somewhere that will encapsulate almost exactly what I'm thinking or going through. I'm that girl who has her iPod surgically implanted into her ears. The functioning addict who's listening to a playlist while she's watching a movie, having a conversation, brushing her teeth, whatever. As I tell people, it's my background music. Life is a movie starring me. Can you imagine a movie without a soundtrack? That's how I feel. Don't get me wrong, I can appreciate silence, but I think even the most transient moments of quiet can be enhanced with a well-placed track. Music is a journey. Every day, singers, songwriters, and producers choose to face the daunting task of conveying and capturing...life, and all its gory details. As humans, we're constantly on a quest to understand the illogical, unbelievable, inconceivable gray matter around us, and as we look up to the scientists and philosophers who take on that responsibility, I salute the musicians and lyricists who do the same with words and melodies. I'm not going to get into what makes a "good song" because that means different things to different people (hey, if you like it, at that moment, it's a good song) or anything like that.

In a nutshell, I can't sleep and I've been looking up various artists, and somehow went from Fall Out Boy's cover of Beat It on Youtube to this rambling post you have before you. I appreciate whoever took the time to see just what insomnia and a laptop can do to a person. Let's take a breath.



I like Gym Class Heroes' creativity, especially this video for "Cupid's Chokehold." In particular, Travis' hightop shoes in the beginning (I want them), and um, Travis himself (I want him). Seriously. As each of my phases usually has a crush attached, this time it's GCH lead singer Travis McCoy, who's "6'5", 200 plus, and so sexy" as he puts it. And his fitted hat! That hair! We know I adore curly-haired cuties in baseball caps. Sexy. Waiter? I'll take one to go, thanks.

I love you all who are reading this. Honestly and truly I do. Please excuse my impure thoughts. They might stay awhile.