Showing posts from August, 2010

They Call It "Art"

I remember sitting at home watching American movies about college and the wonderful adventures it promises the lucky few who got in and thinking "that's going to be me one day!". I vowed to delve right into "Varsity Culture", and appreciate it for all it was worth.

I haven't quite managed to do it on as large a scale as I had hoped, but I have started to look out for all the arts events happening around campus.

The one I just attended was actually quite disturbing.

I understand that performance artists- specifically poets and actors- are sensitive souls. They take their work very seriously, and anyone who dares insult them...well. I haven't heard from anyone like that lately, so I guess the rumour about there being a "Gits Who Don't Appreciate Good Art" hell are true...

What I'm trying to say is, when I think 'art', I think of portraits, selected pieces of music and certain plays. I don't think of bare-breasted women and nude m…

Soundtracks and Comebacks

Colonel Abrams. Mariah Carey. Katie Melua. The Cranberries. Good Charlotte. Akon. D'banj. Lira. Teargas. Paramore. Erykah Badu. Musiq Soulchild. John Legend. Technotronics.
All musicians. Some one-hit-wonders, others consistent hitmakers. And all of them are on my playlist.

"Eclectic" does not even begin to describe my taste in music and how varied it is. I mean, when people see me walking to class with my headphones on, I don't think they expect me to be listening to an 80's couldabeen's lyrics about unrequited love. And yet, that's probably exactly what I've got on "repeat" the whole day.
The next morning I'll probably be singing "...keep your feet on the ground, when your head's in the clouds...", because I'm having a Paramore moment.

I love music because it just seems to provide me with the answers I need when I need them. Or simply just because I like the beat, and for an average of 3 minutes and 30 seconds each da…