Do you ever wonder if music follows you into the afterlife? I think it might.
After becoming frustrated with Pitchfork and other music reviews, I decided I might have something to say. Let me introduce myself. Call me A. I might be somewhat of a rock and roll virgin, or I used to be. This year has been a nice education into a whole new world of music. I grew up in a fundamentalist christian church that impacted my ability to listen to a wide range of music. Deep down I have always been a punk/glam/hard/alternative rock kind of soul. It’s just in me. You have it or you don’t, and I bet you understand. For 28 years I suppressed my deep desire for raging sounds. Maybe you know how the story goes: you leave the church, you get a divorce, form a rock band, and then you become fucking liberated.
That is what I love about music. The unashamed freedom it gives to us.
All you have to do is hit repeat track.
