Slow Goin'

In the previous post, I discussed how I felt that I was maturing and developing "grown-up" tastes, much to my dismay. I'd like to say that although I do feel I've matured, I still think I'm slow on music. Or maybe the barometer I'm measuring against is faulty. But I think it's me.

Last weekend, I undertook the massive task of converting all of my CD's to MP3's on my hard-drive, which proved to take pretty much all weekend. Well, more than 2,000 MP3's later, I am able to reflect on my musical tastes as my iTunes skips through my library. Although I have made "progress," because now I'm not so proud of owning multiple Britney Spears CD's and a Jock Jams compilation, I haven't made that much progress.

I guess when it comes to me and music, I'm all about it. The music, that is. Sure, I enjoy the occassional funny lyric, but I don't really pay all that much attention to them. A song could be making a political statement (a la Rage Against the Machine) or just be based on an acid trip (a la Pink Floyd), but if it sounds good, I like it. I'm optimistic that my tastes seem to be taking me in directions like Floyd's "Division Bell" instead of Nelly's latest double CD. It's just a slow process here, so all of you with advanced music taste, wait up for me, I'll get there eventually...

I'm just not ready to give up Nickelback yet.