It's kinda like mood swings. However, in my case, it involves music. I'm a generally giddy person.
For some reason I find it pleasure to listen to Lydia's vocals right after listening to Ratatat, but I feel awfully shameful if I listen to We The Kings right after hearing Lydia's immaculate vocals.
I then realize that this same juxtaposition occurs as well when I write and perform my music. During the writing process, my condition aforementioned would typically go as follows: Write a song on the piano (very aj rafael-esque), and then when it comes to the Macbook, it's either really electropop or extremely whack gangster hyphy music. (Anyone who wants to buy a reject beat for a buck, hit me up.) Also, when it comes to performing, I would rather play an acoustic set, given that Marlone is there. When I mean acoustic, I emphasize the usage of a guitar instead of a piano. So with my skills, or lack of skills, the chords allow me to mimic what I like to call "Randolph Riffs," otherwise noted in my mind as DoubleR.
I don't seem to find commonplace for my music, whether it's about listening, writing, or performing.
I woke up to line dancing music. My mom and a group of her friends are line dancing.
Anyways, time for the gym.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
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