People ask me all the time "what kind of music I'm into." I hate this question because what they're really asking is, "Are you as cool as me?" I can answer right now. No. No I'm not. No, I'm not into that twee British act you read about it in Gravesitter or Thunderfuck or Quiznuts or whatever obscure music magazine you read. No, I didn't go to the Bohemian Shithead concert the other night in Williamsburg. No, I've never heard of them, and no I don't want you to burn me a CD of their "amazing new album."

What's on my iPod? Your dick.

Asking somebody what kind of music they're into is exactly the same as asking them what their sign is, an attempt to discern something meaningful from the meaningless. What possible difference does it make? What are you going to learn from me if I tell you I like U2? That I'm into debt relief?

And there's just no good answer. Turning the situation around, if I ask somebody the same question, here's what I'm thinking based on their answer:

Jazz – douchebag
Classical – douchebag
Metal – douchebag
Country – douchebag
Rap – douchebag
Pop – douchebag
Classic Rock – douchebag
Christian Rock – douchebag
Alternative Rock – JUST LIKE ME!!!

Not that people generally answer in genres. They don't. People just tell you whatever band they're mildly interested in who they think you will think is cool. So they'll say, "I'm really into Feist right now," when what they're really listening to is that kickin' new Jonas Brothers jam.

Or else they'll say, "I'm really eclectic?" For some reason, this sentence always ends in a question mark. "Eclectic?" And then, without prompting, they'll tell you all the "eclectic" music they listen to, "I like Frank Sinatra and the Clash," in a tone that suggests "Can you believe how CRAZY I am???" Douchebag.

And yet, I like Frank Sinatra. I like The Clash. I like jazz. I like pretty much all of the music I just made fun of other people for liking. Liking music does not a douchebag make. Being "into" music does. If you're much older than an adolescent and you're still keeping up with what's going on in the Bristol scene or wherever the fuck, then you're a douchebag. If you even know that Bristol has a scene then you're one, too. If you are older than twenty years old and any part of your disposable income is going towards concert t-shirts, then you are a douchebag. Or even if you find yourself referring to any rock band's "early work," you're treading on some very thin, very douchy ice.

When people ask me that question, I just tell them I don't listen to music. If they ask me why I tell them I hate it because music killed my dad. That usually ends the conversation. But if they persist in asking how music can kill somebody, I just say that my dad was Amadeus. Then they understand.

-Michael Ian Black

I've been feeling kind of blue in the last three days. What would the appropriate action be? Oh -- listen to music that fuels the emo monster in me, mostly involving Andrew McMahon. Ugh. I am fucking twenty-three years old and am acting like a whiny-ass fifteen-year-old whose math teacher doesn't understand her. Someone please dump a bucket of butt rock over me so I can get over this.

After listening to Everything In Transit (I know, I know) two times through (and the spoken monologue during "I'm Ready" three times by itself), I just couldn't take it anymore. The weight of all the things that I'm worried about -- money I don't have, jobs I'm trying to catch, boys and the subsequent problems that stem from them -- were starting to pile up. I felt mopey, misunderstood, lonely, and thoroughly Sad Whiny Bastard.

So I turned on my favorite groove: "Outstanding" by the Gap Band. I felt better almost instantly. I'm currently lacing up my running shoes and feeling like I can actually crawl out of the cave that I've locked myself in since Sunday. Jesus.

"What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?" -Rob Gordon, High Fidelity.

I'm taking a vacation this weekend. Granted, it's to a town roughly seventy miles away with a population of 9700... but it's not Minneapolis, I get to be drunk in a dress all weekend, and, most importantly, I get to reunite with Chantelle and Matz (and of course Kecia and the Bombard) for a grand celebration.

Speaking of celebratory weekends, I did an experiment last Friday. Seeing as I was born during the blustery month, I decided that I wanted to try out a summer birthday. The results were pretty spectacular.









And finally, here's some music that I've been listening to lately. Dig, as I do.

Wakey!Wakey! - Say It Ain't So
KRS-One - I Can't Wake Up
The Beatles - Till There Was You
Kate Nash - Fluorescent Adolescent
Andrew Bird - Skin Is, My

Peace out, Metropolis.