Hey G33ks, Nerds, and fans of all sorts that have rallied here! I’m back for probably this week. So, I entered my school’s talent show and went with a song from Paramore being the #parawhore I am. At first IÂ was going to perform Carole King, but in the back of my mind I was sure I was going to screw up, so I went with Plan B: Some nice punk-rock.
The downside to this is that my mother thinks it is screamo, which irritates me deeply because the only thing she seems to consider music is country and 80s-90s rock and roll. To her, everything else is screaming. (This also might be partially because her hearing goes in and out.)
As a newly found Buddhist, I am supposed to let this go and let it be. But I find that hard to do. Also, as a passionate music enthusiast, I refuse to let anyone try to dictate my music style in any way, shape, or form.
So, there is a good side to this rather negative post. The reason I’m saying this is because I drew inspiration from my friend Tim, a hardcore heavy metal rocker. 🙂 He says to listen to what you please, even if it angers people (and I’m making this far less colorful). Thanks for reading, my beloved audience. I hope you embrace who you are.
Ocie
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