musings and more

[rkt]

saturday, i went with a friend "upstate" an hour to storm king art center, an outdoor sculpture garden of sorts. it was great. it would have been even greater had my nasal passages not been flowing with copious amounts of mucous and my lung capacity not seriously decreased all because of a mini-cold i'm still going to blame jadedjade for.
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during the trip, we listened to a mix tape a made a few years back for one of my college classes. it was supposed to be a representation for who we are/were, or something. i forget the precise assignment, but it involved making a mix tape. exchanging it. and then writing a paper about your tape and the other peson's - decoding something about the other person from their tape (or cd).
(this was also the class that involved going to the bar as a homework assignment. who ever would have thunk it would still end up being such a crappy class?)

my tape was, of course, a bit crazy-like. culled from my and mystic_toxicity's collections. including such great artists as new kids on the block and they Might be giants. johnny cash and lead belly. gil scott heron and madonna plus many more.
the tape's not so much "me" now as it was at the time. a lot going on. friend in and out of hospital. just general stuff. a lot has changed, but that's not the point here.

listening, i realized that by taking so many popular-music related classes that generally ended up sucking major ass, i killed a part of my love for music. this happened simillarly with literature and the english degree, but i was aware of it happening even while i was taking the classes. i actively resisted this from happening. and it Still took me several years after graduating to be able to enjoy randomly reading fiction/literature novels. (short stories weren't as much of a problem.)
but i don't think i quite believed it with the music thing. hence, going so long and being able to keep the same few cds in the player without needing to change up. i listen to music, don't get me wrong. my lame-ass computer here has a goodly number of songs. but, i think i'd enjoy it more and listen to more if i hadn't let it be killed out of me.

so. yeah....
i have no idea why this shit happens. i mean, i still love reading random psych shit. so it's not just the whole thing being related to academia. i slowly distanced myself from music scenes.
sigh.

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[rkt.livejournal.com]

analyzing anything too much can lead to killing a passion

i'm not fully convinced it was the analyzing alone that kills, for me.
i love analyzing. it's how i spend my free thought moments. (for real.)

academic analyzing... now that's the killer.