kuns.t.produkt

I've been drowning in music lately. Tons of it. If it were an unending sea, I would have drowning in it ages ago. I often wonder what it is that draws me to music as strongly as it does. I have a diverse taste in music. I at one point blamed the riffs, the bass, the drums, the militant ticking and body-blasting thudding of sub-woofers. I then analyzed the different artists I listen to. There are thousands now, if not more. If I listed them all now, one's eyes would bleed. And I'm always finding a new artist almost every day, if not every other day. Most people have favorite artists due to the lyrics, or the style. Mine are based on a combination of lyric and composition and consistence.

I hate the radio. I really do. Almost all of my musical finds come from personal referrals from others, going into music stores [yes, I still do that] and listening to what I can after scanning in an album at the local F.Y.E or a similar store, or browsing the internet and streaming music video clips here and there. I have music for everything. Reading. Drawing. Driving. Sleeping. I could go on. I could compose a playlist that would not end for over a month, if I really wanted to.

 But then the scales tip.

 I love silence. Gross amounts of it. I love the sound of a typist's hands clattering along the keyboard. The humming and whirring of a desktop. The sounds of my own lungs expanding gently with each breath.

 I tend to like extremes of things. In small quantities. I'm an odd creature it seems.

 Also: "TV makes you Superstar."