We try so hard to have good taste, that it gets in the way of our own unique individualness. I like what I want to like. I like, to like, what I want to like. We live and we cry, We crumble and weep.
A work in progress. I often forget albums that I love, and then I hear them and am reminded of what what it meant to me. We are truly blessed with music and peoples willingness to share their talents. Just a few that come to mind:
Tell All Your Friends,
We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes,
Take off Your Pants and Jacket
Okay I belive you but my Tommy Gun don't, Screaming Infidelites, Love is a Fast Song, Transatlantacism, Ocean Avenue, so many songs to consider and write down (also I am minus my Mac, so that hurts to with my marvelous memory).
The Format, Lydia, My Favorite Highway, Brand New, Forever the Sickest Kids, Yellowcard, The Starting Line, The Sophmore Attmept, Forever the Sickest Kids, and on and on and on
Anything by Hawthorne, Rowling, or Matthew, Mark, Luke or John.
What's Eating Gilbert Grape
School of Rock
A Rebel Without A Cause
Favorite TV Shows
Gossip Girl (Very fun to watch, like the OC/don't laugh and call me names)