Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I don't care what you think, as long as it's about me...
I have a confession to make. It's one of my guiltiest pleasures. I like teenage girl music. That's right. I don't deny it. I like poppy punk rock. Now I know my musical tastes should have evolved past high school, But for some reason, their growth has been retarded. For example, right now I am totally digging the new album from Fall Out Boy. Very good stuff. Take for example, the track "Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown..." (it's on my playlist)-- it's part dance groove, part piano ballad, part driving rock, and with a horn section to boot! Combine that with Patrick Stump's soaring vocals, and you have one heck of a song!
Anyway, I always react with trepidation when people talk music, because I can't really talk about Vampire Weekend or The Arcade Fire or another "grownup" band that someone my age should like. Yes, these bands are good, and I do enjoy them on an ambient level. But for serious rocking out or singing along in the car, Give me my Anberlin or Jack's Mannequin any day.
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4 comments:
That's the Dusto I remember!
Great post.
Stay true to the faith man. Although I've become a musical nomad, I secretly keep a hideout in the 'teenage girl music' camp.
Hahaha. It's good to know that no matter how crazy the world gets, some things never change.
Dustin I love this blog. Anyone who claims they don't have secret cheesy music is lying. I respect the honesty!
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