MOG-nomenom happening all around us
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Being an astute observer of humans and social groups I have, probably relatively late, come to the conclusion that we are seeing several growing pains and interesting phenomenon unique to MOG growing up.1) Death Cab For Cutie - has created the MOG-nomenom of swaming where a bunch of people join MOG in the hopes of (perhaps vainly) interacting with their musical heroes.Swarming temporarily will change the face of MOG, but in the end "Resistance is Futile" and MOG will be itself and not just be about DCFC. How many of these newbies stay and join the community is something only MOG brain will really know. I do know there will be more swarms in the future.2) Musical angst - something I personally am experiencing. I joined MOG because I felt I had been in a musical funk. So I loved that I could find other music and listen to samples from fellow MOGgers.I didn't realize that I would feel so afraid of leaving the hard-rocking Heavy Metal world and becoming soft. ;^P Maybe I'm afraid of getting old and 'settling' into softer music, dunno. So I have a love / hate relationship with MOG and some internal strife (gosh should I be listening to emo?).Whadya think, I'm sure y'all are noticing unique things which MOG has introduced into your life that is entirely unique to being a part of the MOG community.http://play.rhapsody.com/queensryche/operationmindcrimeii/ificouldchangeitall+Queensryche+*IF I COULD CHANGE IT ALL*Lyrics by Geoff TateShe said, “Baby, where you been?Why’d you have to leave me? I’m on the other side . . . just looking in.”I’ve been so high; I climbed to the mountaintop, looked at myself and . . .I’d tell you anything you want to hear.And I’d desert you when I’m through.I’d say anything because true love don’t mean a thing to a man, who’s not a man, but a fool.Look at me!You’re a model of efficiency.I’m always doing what he tells me.How can you change it now? I’m always looking for it down deep inside,I thought that this would change my life.Have you found out?I remember more . . .Can you change?I can change.For years he must have cried a river of tears.In his dreams he saw himself . . . a dying man drawing figures, arrows in the sand.Mmm, I don’t think he understands.Never thought that it would last forever.One glance back . . . there’s nothing much to say.He watched as it all began spinning further and further from the truth.And nothing really matters, when your heart doesn’t lead the way.
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