Music

Music: The Choices are Limitless

This was a column I wrote for the school paper a number of months ago. It doesn't really matter if you want to read it or not.

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The routine is familiar: I get home after nearly 7 full hours of dousing myself in education. I decide to take it a little easy after that, maybe watch television or hook up with some video games for a little while. And then, more often than not, the reverie is disturbed by the roar of a passing truck. The truck is blaring loud heavy metal or rap music that, if it was possible, could’ve been measured on the Richter scale. Not only do I have to deal with that, but my next-door neighbor is a rocker, also. Whatever happened to the nicer music? I mean, there’s nothing bad about groups such as the Beach Boys, the Beatles, or Boston, is there?

Just like everyone else, I do have my own viewpoint on music. It may seem strange to some of you, but even classical music isn’t all that bad; I was listening to Beethoven while I was typing this. I even got the chance to welcome the smooth jazz that’s been playing in between school hours. Why other people dislike it, or even poke a little fun at it, is beyond me. I suppose it’s because you prefer listening to rock and roll, or that some of the students grew up with the loud sound of Nirvana. I wouldn’t know.

I can just hear the question that some of you might ask me: “Curtis, why don’t you like rock or Nirvana?” I never said I did. Rock music in moderation is okay, but not to the point where the bass rattles the house. I’ll admit I do have a tape single of a little of Nirvana’s old music, although I only keep it for nostalgic purposes. On top of that, some of the rock that’s been going on the radio is okay, even though I forget what the names of those songs are. But, when you get right down to it, I kind of enjoy the quiet tones of Bach or Kenny G. It’s the sort of music that acts as a proper closer to a long day, so it would only be ironic that I hear the Stone Temple Pilots blaring somewhere while I’m walking home. Now that my view on the matter is out, I’m feeling jazzed and looking forward to the period between second and third hour. Note to self, though: don’t enjoy the music too much, okay?

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Okay, it's over.

Curtis R. Wildcat


	Music: The Choices are Limitless This was a column I wrote for the school paper a number of months ago. It doesn't really matter if you want to read it or not. ---------------------------------------------------------- The routine is familiar: I get home after nearly 7 full hours of dousing myself in education. I decide to take it a little easy after that, maybe watch television or hook up with some video games for a little while. And then, more often than not, the reverie is disturbed by the roar of a passing truck. The truck is blaring loud heavy metal or rap music that, if it was possible, could’ve been measured on the Richter scale. Not only do I have to deal with that, but my next-door neighbor is a rocker, also. Whatever happened to the nicer music? I mean, there’s nothing bad about groups such as the Beach Boys, the Beatles, or Boston, is there? Just like everyone else, I do have my own viewpoint on music. It may seem strange to some of you, but even classical music isn’t all that bad; I was listening to Beethoven while I was typing this. I even got the chance to welcome the smooth jazz that’s been playing in between school hours. Why other people dislike it, or even poke a little fun at it, is beyond me. I suppose it’s because you prefer listening to rock and roll, or that some of the students grew up with the loud sound of Nirvana. I wouldn’t know. I can just hear the question that some of you might ask me: “Curtis, why don’t you like rock or Nirvana?” I never said I did. Rock music in moderation is okay, but not to the point where the bass rattles the house. I’ll admit I do have a tape single of a little of Nirvana’s old music, although I only keep it for nostalgic purposes. On top of that, some of the rock that’s been going on the radio is okay, even though I forget what the names of those songs are. But, when you get right down to it, I kind of enjoy the quiet tones of Bach or Kenny G. It’s the sort of music that acts as a proper closer to a long day, so it would only be ironic that I hear the Stone Temple Pilots blaring somewhere while I’m walking home. Now that my view on the matter is out, I’m feeling jazzed and looking forward to the period between second and third hour. Note to self, though: don’t enjoy the music too much, okay? ----------- Okay, it's over. Curtis R. Wildcat