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Jonsi - “Animal Arithmetic”

• Question: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT? - tumblrbot
• Answer:

  I can’t pick just one. If I was forced at gunpoint I would have to say the necklace that I wear everyday. It’s more of a sentimental thing, rather than a materialistic thing.

During the mention of a certain quote from a certain female pop star, I realized how passionate I get about music. When my co-host chimed in that, “music is taken as seriously as religion”, it dawned on me that I had never thought about it in that way. 

Music was my motivator. If there was a moment when the world didn’t make sense, at least a lyric from a song did. I could always count on it. It was there for the best of times and the worst of times. I’ve even started to listen to music before I go to sleep. Often I just drift into a deep slumber, but it’s always nice to wake up to a musical surprise resonating in my ears. The other night it was a cover of “Where Did Our Love Go?” by Soft Cell. Instead of “Eat, Pray, Love” it’s become “Eat, Music, Love”—though the word placement doesn’t sound as pleasing.

This is not to say that I’ve replaced music with religion. Each of them has a place in my life. But when I hear the word spiritual, the only two things that come to mind are my experience with the ocean and with a piece of music.

All of this aside, I think this is what music today is missing—passion. True passion. Sure fleeting passion makes a good hit song, but that song belongs to a band that may only last in the industry for a year (if they get lucky). By the time their second album hits, people say, “You remember their first song? I love that song.” Then the album fades closely followed by the band (again, if they get that lucky). Music has always had this “disposal process” that continues to turn throughout the generations. However, those former generations have had artists that stand out amongst those that have fallen through the cracks. Those that still make an impression on the future generations, even though they tend to wax poetic that they “sound like Bob Dylan” rather than learning from him. Too many artists are about the show these days and get caught up in the glitzy shit that might make them popular. I used to think that playing your own instrument and writing your own songs automatically garnered you some ounce of respect, but nowadays any asshole can play an instrument and “write” songs. Doesn’t mean it’s good.

Sure it all comes down to taste and maybe I will silently judge you for being a fan of the Kings of Leon, but 10 years from now I’ll be right about most of the bands/singers you like now.

But don’t get upset. Even the stuff I’ve liked in the past came with an expiration date. Just be a little more careful when you throw words like, “artist” or “favorite” around.

Regardless of all this, I’ll still be silently judging you.

There’s so much to work on this week and my primary concern is if my cat will be sleeping on my neck in an attempt to try and kill me.

That is all.

For now.

“Meow.”