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?
That’s apparently from the movie High Fidelity. I wouldn’t know as I don’t really watch movies. It’s sampled in a song by Decades, a Texas hardcore band. They’re pretty good, listen to them (that is a goddamn MySpace link). They put out a record on State of Mind Recording a few years ago, and I don’t think anyone bought it.
Anyway, that quote rings true to me. Young people like to insulate themselves in the despair glorified by every piece of media beamed at us daily.
If you’re depressed, unplug yourself and find the things that make you happy. If the things that make you happy are untenable, maybe you’re not looking at things from the right angle.
If I type anymore, I will betray my cynicism, anger and frustration. I just get angry when I read certain things.
I keep waiting too late in the day to post about geology. Or I get too lazy. I don’t like just posting pictures and calling it a day. I’ve got ideas brewing though, it’ll be alright.