The beginning (I abuse parentheses).

I'm known for being silently peer-pressured into trendy shiz like skinny jeans and underground hip hop so it was only a matter of time before I made a blog. At least I don't have a Twitter account.

Eleven-days-into-the-new-year-resolution: Don't make this like Livejournal. Emotions don't belong in this corner of the internet.

If this blog has a theme it sure isn't apparent to me yet. For now I'll work on rediscovering my creative writing chops and making some (hopefully) witty observations about life.

For the sake of consistency I'll try to talk about some musical thing within each post. For any strangers who might happen across this page, I'm aiming to make something of myself via a music education degree (currently a high school senior in the middle of audition season, woohoo!) and therefore have no other hobbies. On that note (haha, music pun), my favorite album of the moment is Blink 182's Take Off Your Pants And Jacket. If we ignore their self-titled release (which in my opinion lends itself to a totally different mood than what "traditional" Blink tends to evoke) then TOYPAJ is probably the guys' best balance of creativity and production. The musicianship is much stronger than Cheshire Cat, for example. I'd say it's probably tied with Enema of the State but that album has less nostalgic value so fuck it. The record itself sounds fantastic, as much depth of recording as you can get with four-chord pop punk. Yeah, the lyrics are sophomoric but nobody listens to Blink for intellectual stimulation. They may not have been the first to make incest jokes, but they did it best, and 90% of their current listeners probably only continue to do so because they were the first "real band" they ever discovered back in middle school. If I liked this album for purely nostalgic reasons, though, I doubt I would have spent all weekend listening to it; it's the squeaky-clean-yet-angst-filled production plus the damn catchiness of their hooks that keep me interested in this one.

Remind me never to become a music critic.