Wednesday, November 10, 2004

On a 60s kick.
Yep. While my specific kick is protest songs and mellow tunes, motown's also pretty present with me right now.

Okay, History Day. (My presentation went fine. The teacher was braindead and sleep-deprived, and that's a recipe for success.) I got so mad when I saw a junior's project on 60s protest songs! Since I'm a sophomore, and therefore in World History, my topic couldn't be American. And since the topic was communication, that was something I thought of. You know, 60s folkies. But alas that I could not.

But when I saw it, I kinda got mad. Cuz that was sooooo my topic! (Not to mention, they didn't mention Joni Mitchel's "Big Yellow Taxi," my first favorite folkie song.) It's not even that I couldn't have done it, but kinda that my partner would never have gone along with it. I mean, we're friends and all, but we have totally different taste in music. She rattles off songs, and I have no clue. I babble on about "For What It's Worth" and she stares at me. (For the love of God, the girl barely knows anything about Frank Sinatra!)

Next year, no one's stopping me! I am so doing something having to do with music, something important to me! No more spitback projects on Tokugawa! No more projects that make braindead teachers think you're WWII buffs, especially when he mentions something about dreadnots and you go, "Oh, I saw that on History Channel!"

Now that I'm over that ...

Sorry, but music's huge in my life. I totally suck at bassoon, and I'm probably worse on clarinet, but I love music. I love making it, and I love listening to it. My taste is rather questionable in the general opinion, but it's my taste nonetheless. Music's just one of those things that clicks with me.

You know what? The Mozart effect is bogus. My science teacher tries it on us by playing the same concerto during every test, and I don't care for Mozart, so it bugs the heck out of me. If she needs to do something Baroque, I could take Bach or Handel, but why Mozart? It doesn't stimulate me, it distracts me! It gets me all, "Wow! That clarinet is high! I wonder what the tempo on this is? Man, turn up the base! I can barely hear the tuba!" I don't start suddenly knowing what plasmolysis means! I get distracted and start thinking about the music! Then it gets very repetitive, and I would kill for someone to turn on the radio and play "Build Me Up Buttercup" for about three hours straight and force me to sing along with it! And for a good measure, make me endure Chinese water torture while I am forced to sing it.

Heheh. 10 Things I Hate About You.

Oh man, I need to get some sleep in my system.
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