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I blog on random Pop Culture subjects. I also post Top 13 Lists. I could do a cliched Top 10 like everyone else, but then I'd be just like everyone else.


Friday, May 21, 2010

“You Know You Love Music If…”

You stay a little longer in your roasting hot car on a hot summer’s day, or freezing your butt off in the dead of winter, just so you can hear the end of a great song, even though you’ve already heard it a million times before, possibly even recently, and you have the same song available to listen to in several different analog and digital formats inside the comfort of your home.

You swallow your pride and pay $20 at FYE to buy the much anticipated new CD by one of your favorite bands, just to get it the first day it comes out, because FYE is closer to your house than Best Buy, and Walmart probably wouldn’t have had it. Buying it online and waiting until it was shipped to you would be unacceptable in such cases.

You’ve sat through terrible opening bands, such as The Boxing Gandhis, Vic Chestnut, or the Screaming Cheetah Wheelies just to hear a band you love, who fortunately came to your town, but unfortunately has bad taste in opening acts. Perhaps they had struggling artists forced upon them by their record label.

You’ve suffered through pop radio friendly headlining acts, just because the lesser known, and much more musically respectable bands you love, that everyone else hasn’t heard of yet, were surprisingly added as the opening acts. This explains why I once attended a Sheryl Crow concert...

You’ve bought your favorite albums on CD and mp3, even though you already own them on cassette tape and vinyl (and if the album has been around long enough, maybe even 8-track!). And when the money-hungry, integrity-free record company, who has inevitably inherited the rights to the album, releases a new “Re-mastered Special Edition” version, containing one arbitrary B-side or live track, you’ll go out and shell out the afore mentioned $20 just to add another copy of the album to your collection.

You’ve ever driven 14 hours in sweltering summer heat, in a ratty old car without air conditioning, and lived in a leaky, smelly tent for two weeks, without showers or any modern conveniences, with a friend who forgot to pack deodorant, and chose to eat bean-filled chili for every meal, just to enjoy a crowded concert festival featuring several bands you love, despite facing certain dehydration, probable sunstroke, and possible crushing in the process.

You’ve ever swallowed your pride and sacrificed precious hours of sleep, just in the off chance that MTV will air the one Dead Milkmen video they have somewhere around 2:00am, when they assume no one is watching.

You ever bought the soundtrack to a movie you’ve never seen, never intend to see, and may not even have any interest whatsoever in seeing, because they recruited great bands for the CD.

You spent a good amount of your adolescence memorizing every single band member listed in the liner notes of every cassette tape and CD you bought, not to mention every band they thanked for helping them along the way, that is, when you weren’t falling off of the rusty old metal folding chair you were standing on, just so you could see yourself rocking out on your air guitar, or your invisible microphone in your bureau’s mirror.

You know you love music if you’ve ever done any of these things. You know you truly love music if you’ve done them all.

© 2010 Denim McDemus

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