It's amazing how easily you forget the propensity for music to surprise and amaze.  Even the most intuitive guitar lick, fundamental bass line or orthodox four-four drum beat can be brilliant. There's nothing like a live show to reaffirm your faith in the beauty of music.

There's no such thing as intellectual detachement, as journalistic objectivity or any variation thereof. It just doesn't work. Anytime you consider the human you are dealing with bias. Even in the unhuman we personify or empathise. For instance the ikea ad in which a cow creamer is smashed on the floor the music and the image evoke sadness, mourning regardless of what the narrator says. My point being tread carefully and leave your big stick at the door. Everything has emotional resonance and even if you consider yourself apathetic that indifference is an emotional response. It's kind of like schrodinger's cat a paradoxical situation which negates itself. On that note...talk to strangers.

"if life's not beautiful without the pain well i'de just rather never ever see beauty again." ---Modest Mouse
"I focused on the pain the only thing that's real" ---Johnny Cash

hmm, something worth thinking about.

Black Magic...voodoo stylee 

It's interesting how abruptly we can metamorphose. In very concrete terms I've gone from a student to an unemployed person. If I were to move out I would be eligible for welfare. One day I will go from being unable to drink, vote or purchase pornography to being able to. It's seems like despite all the bureaucratic grey tape official change happens quite quickly. Yet does this official status change have any effect on us as people? I mean when push comes to shove what does it matter whether I'm a student or unemployed in the eyes of the government? How does that effect me? It doesn't appear to have made any fundamental changes, but then again everything is transient, the world is constantly in flux, and you can't really ever change anything that's already changing.... Hoody Hoo for amateur philosophy. This post was brought to you by the letter Y and the number 42.