Growing up, we were practically bombarded with messages of female empowerment. There were innumerable girl bands who dressed like sex kittens, but sang girl power anthems. As kids, we didn’t really need these messages as badly as we do now. Our elementary school boyfriend didn’t screw us over as badly as the guy in our 9 AM lecture has..so with a newfound appreciation for man-hating it seems fitting that we revisit these empowering songs from our childhood.
I often ignore live and "best of" albums. Even from artists I love. What's the point, right? I have all their music already - how many different versions do I need? But this week I decided to live on the edge a little bit and listened to both a live album and a "best of" album. And ZOMG, I'm so happy I did!
Do you ever listen to music that's completely ridiculous? (Editor's Note: Does Miley count?) To the point that you start feeling ridiculous and maybe even hide the fact that you listen to other people? (Editor's Note: Miley definitely counts.) Or just sorta wonder what's going on in the artist's head?
The great thing about new music is that you never really know what you're gonna get. Sorta like life. And a box of chocolates (thanks, Forrest!). Sometimes albums totally and completely surprise you. And sometimes they don't at all. Sometimes surprises are good, and sometimes they're a huge letdown. Sometimes all you want is your favorite band just the same as always, and sometimes a little change makes them all the better.
All the artists this week make me happy. Even when the songs are sad, I'm happy. And I think that's a sign of a truly great artist; they can sing about the saddest things in love and still put a smile on my face. And sometimes you just need music to comfort you and make you feel good. Like during midterms after spending 6 straight hours at the library and you're only a third of the way through your reading.
Wow, this week was a bit of a bummer. So much anticipation and a whole lot of disappointment. You're probably thinking I deserve it. After all, I got my hopes all up about Mariah Carey and Selena Gomez, so what did I really deserve, right?
I feel like I'm having a major flashback this week. Like Wayne and Garth are running by me in my bedroom waving their hands in the air screaming "Do do do do. Do do do do." And then everything gets all jumbled and I'm ten years younger and wearing something completely ridiculous.
My sister is getting married and I've had weddings on the brain, so this week I'm dedicating this review to her and doin' the something old, something new, and something blue routine. It doesn't just apply to brides, you know. I didn't borrow any of my music this week (I'm not good at giving back), so I had to leave that one out.
Sometimes I love a band so much, I just sit and wait for them to come out with something new. Well, I don't literally sit and wait, but I do get really excited when I know a release date is near. And this week, my long and painful wait was over.
This week might be the most random mix of reviews ever. Seriously, ever. I even surprised myself a bit. I was ready to love who I already loved and hate who I wanted to hate, but that's not at all what happened. The one album I was most excited for fell flat. And the one I barely even wanted to listen to, well, I kinda liked.
When the Internets talk, I listen. Really. Think about how easy the Internet makes it to discover new music. Almost as easy as it is to find porn. Sometimes when I’m bored, I just browse the Internet to discover new bands and I’m constantly shocked by how many artists and bands I’ve never heard of until I see or hear them online.
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