there's always something
what have i become? i'm just a fiend for music. it's this whole itunes sharing network. i stumbled on a very complete library today of a fellow study abroad student. you could tell that he put a lot of work into his eclectic array of musical styles. it was like i had found a lost treasure of some sort and i can feel the vice of greed flow through my veins as i look to my ares program to retrieve what i can so easily crave. it isn't good. it can't be.
music that i never knew i wanted appear before my eyes. all kinds of good music to add to my once pleasing, but modest library are at my fingertips. as i scroll this library for what seems like hours, i am put in my place. i do not have nearly enough. can this be the montra (sp?) of my generation? we must consume and consume until we are drunk with our playlists of 40 gigs. honestly, who needs space for 25000 songs? who needs 4,000 songs? i guess josh does. i do. this is just insanity. how did we ever become a generation of so much? so many messages and so many labels, everyone can make their own identity now and push it and sell it. there's a church group for everyone: divorced with kids, singles, singles for life, college age, sports addicts, parents of children in ministry, parents who are in ministry, young parents, old parents, etc. on and on we are a culture where everyone can be made to fit in because there is just so much.
it's as if we have built an alter to some great idea that if we segment ourselves enough we will find an identity. my music is the worship music: adult alternative, alternative country, indie rock, indie blues, techno, emo, etc. what ever i want, i can get. is this okay? really?
it's even shown in the way we order our coffee. now suddenly six decisions to only order one drink. amazing. how and why? when did this all happen? are we in such a need to feel sophisticated that we must now create fattening concoctions of addicting postmodern symbolism?
well, i guess my soap box complaining will just be dust in the air because it's not i'm really going to throw my own mini ipod away. i will just justify myself as less materialistic than those "crack" addicts peddling their 40 gigs of music to anyone who knows who chris carabba is or the connections between death cab and the postal service. gosh. i'm tired of caring all of the sudden. just give me some good music and i'll find whatever mood or personality i want.
either than that, i'm doing much better here. slightly homesick, but ultimately widely crazy, excited for who is coming to see me in less than 4 days. : D this couldn't be any better even if i had planned it all my life.
music that i never knew i wanted appear before my eyes. all kinds of good music to add to my once pleasing, but modest library are at my fingertips. as i scroll this library for what seems like hours, i am put in my place. i do not have nearly enough. can this be the montra (sp?) of my generation? we must consume and consume until we are drunk with our playlists of 40 gigs. honestly, who needs space for 25000 songs? who needs 4,000 songs? i guess josh does. i do. this is just insanity. how did we ever become a generation of so much? so many messages and so many labels, everyone can make their own identity now and push it and sell it. there's a church group for everyone: divorced with kids, singles, singles for life, college age, sports addicts, parents of children in ministry, parents who are in ministry, young parents, old parents, etc. on and on we are a culture where everyone can be made to fit in because there is just so much.
it's as if we have built an alter to some great idea that if we segment ourselves enough we will find an identity. my music is the worship music: adult alternative, alternative country, indie rock, indie blues, techno, emo, etc. what ever i want, i can get. is this okay? really?
it's even shown in the way we order our coffee. now suddenly six decisions to only order one drink. amazing. how and why? when did this all happen? are we in such a need to feel sophisticated that we must now create fattening concoctions of addicting postmodern symbolism?
well, i guess my soap box complaining will just be dust in the air because it's not i'm really going to throw my own mini ipod away. i will just justify myself as less materialistic than those "crack" addicts peddling their 40 gigs of music to anyone who knows who chris carabba is or the connections between death cab and the postal service. gosh. i'm tired of caring all of the sudden. just give me some good music and i'll find whatever mood or personality i want.
either than that, i'm doing much better here. slightly homesick, but ultimately widely crazy, excited for who is coming to see me in less than 4 days. : D this couldn't be any better even if i had planned it all my life.
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