MOG

Ok I admit it I am a music junkie. I am addicted to buying new music. It has and will get me into trouble. I feel lbad about it but I owe my life to music. It saved me from hurting myself in a very unfortunate way. So I lost track but in the last 4 months I have purchased over 120 new albums. Actually its probably way more than that like double. Either way its alot of new music. I can justify this just let me exsplain it alittle more.

It's actually quite funny that I don't really purchase music for myself anymore. What I do is buy bands that I have heard of but have not heard yet. I do this with a slight understanding of what I am about to listen to. I do this in hopes to find a new band that will make me feel like I have never felt before. I look at music as a creator of feelings. If it causes me to feel a certian way that I can not reach on my own I will like it. So far so good. I actually have a very good nose for buying an album that I have no Idea as to what they are going to sound like and ultimately liking it in the longrun.

I look for music that I could recommend to people. If I can refer a person to a artist that might ultimately change there life? There is no greater achievement I can accomplish in my lifetime. This is a reason for my wide variety in taste. From metal to techno to acoustic to indie to dance to hardcore to emo to rock to oldies to instrumentalists to jam bands to pretty much everything but country and MOST rap. I have my select few guilty pleasures, but who doesn't. I wish I could get a job that lets me work my passion. I would be alot happier with myself and the world.

One day I hope to maybe freelance write reviews, for a music column in a newspaper. My Ultimate Dream Job would be to work as a dj at a local radio station. I would go to school for it if the job market wasnt so hard to get into. Plus I wouldn't like only being able to play what the station lets me play. But these dreams are besides the point. I just can't stop listening to music. I need it to function. I hope its not something I grow out of. It is a dream of mine to have grandchilderen of mine stumble upon my music collection one day and really find themselves in music from 90 years ago.

That is the most rewarding part of music. Once it's recorded, its permanent. It is set in proverbial stone. Every time I get a chance to talk to an artist I try and remind them of that. Who knows maybe they become the most famouse band in all the world because some fan from Minnesota inspired them to make the most progressive album ever made trancending time and values. It could happen. It very well could happen. Without change in music there is no change in life for me. It's mu ridalin. I have ADD. I know this because I have to be doing 3 things at the same time for me to concentraite. Its a real curse. (try exsplaining that to your father when your doing your homework) (maybe thats why I never did my homework) I could never do it my way.

Anyways what I was originally going to do was post my recomendations from my past 4 months of hoarding. But I wrote like 20 different reviews of different albums and right before I was going to post they all got deleted (damn back button on the browser). So I decided to rant about my addiction. I will post the reviews a different time. Right now im wicked tired. So until next time here is Act II: All Is Ash Or The Light Shining Through It, by The Sound Of Animals Figting. It just happens to be one of my favoright tracks, off of one of my most influential albums Tiger And The Duke. That album is in my secret hiding spot in my heart. Where I keep the music that moves me the most. I don't normally share these artists with other people, I try and keep them for my self. It's more intimate that way. It may be a little selfish but with all the music I have and how much I preach about it all, it's nice to have some to call my own.

So feel special MOG. You all know my passions and how I feel about why we are all here on this site writing these testimonials. I am glad to be apart to this atmosphere.

~Ninja Squirrel