As of late, my writing has been giving me a bit of trouble. I mean. I'm sitting here trying to write a blog post that's worth reading. I have seven draft essays that are all on different subjects but for some reason none of them seem adequate to me.
So tonight I decided to do something I've never done before.
I turned on some 80's jams, and started rocking out. Suddenly, my writing....
Still sucked.
But at least I was having fun. And by having fun, I mean... headbanging, blowing out my eardrums, miniature dance parties in my room... the works.
I'm gonna be honest. There's just something about 80s music that.... it just...
You really got me! You really got me! You really got me!
It gives me this attitude. You know. The one? The "nobody mess with me or I'll give you what for" attitude. Every time I listen to anything from the 80s, I come away with at least five attitude adjustments and seventeen new resolutions. And every time somebody tells me off I just wanna scream because I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life. You can speak your mind, but not on my time!
Not to mention that all the best running music came straight from the 80s. I mean. Who knew that building a city on rock and roll could make ME rock and roll straight through the starship and into the sky?! At least that's what it feels like. I'm running my muscles into a state of broken down deteriorated-ness from which they can never recover, and I don't even notice, because my mind is soaring! And then I trip and start free fallin'....
I know what you're thinking right now. Get a life and a good subject for your essay, and then start posting.
Do you know what I'd like to say to you?
It's my life. I ain't gonna live forever. I just wanna live while I'm alive.
Because.... truth be told....When the world gets in my face, there's simply one thing to do. You just have to say, have a nice day!
Ah, why do the 80s have to have such great music?
Well good music had to come from somewhere... Nowadays, if you've heard one song you've heard them all. Whatever happened to the good ole' days when someone could make a living by writing about the rains down in Africa? Back when you had to have some level of skills to become a popular artist? Today it seems like anybody and everybody is a so-called musical artist. Everybody wants to be one. So everyone becomes one, regardless of talent. Can't sing? Don't worry! You can be a rapper! Can't speak in rhythm? Well they have a program for that. What was that? They don't like the sound of your voice? Well if you push this button, the computer will fix it so that nobody will ever recognize it.
I personally don't believe this is fair to the small number of people who actually bother developing skills in the musical category. They deserve a lot more credit than they ever get. Some day in the afterlife, all you so called artists of today will be stampeded by a countless hoard of angry musicians. And they'll look you straight in the eye. You'll be paralyzed. You know why? 'Cause this is a thriller. There isn't gonna be anyone there to ask you if you're ok over and over and over again, 47 times in four minutes and seventeen seconds just because some jerk busted into your apartment, struck you a crescendo, and left bloodstains on your carpet. Because there won't even be a carpet! Hello, this is the afterlife!
So when they ask you how you got to the afterlife.... all you'll be able to say is...
You've been struck by...
Dun dun dun!
A smooth criminal...
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