Actually, I Suck.

How did it happen? Why does everyone look so good now? Even ugly people look good! Datura and I took our boyfriends to see the Foo Fighters (or is it The Foo Fighters?) on Saturday, and it was a bleedin' fashion show. Ryan, my forever grunge boy, commented on how back in his day, people just wore jeans and t-shirts to rock concerts. On Saturday, we got our eyefulls of tight bum jeans and vintage belts and dangly earings. It appears that army green is the new blue. One diva even wore a fur wrap. Who wears fur to the Amphitheatre??? AND she was in the lawn seats!

Wait, who even wears fur period?

Anyway, it was a great show with the Constantines (The Constantines?) and Sloan. Ryan called the first song, In Your Honour, and Datura called the last song, Monkey Wrench. I was basically sandwiched between two major music geeks, giggling together about a guy who looked like "Shannon Hoon at 9yrs old in the clothes he'd wear at 34". Music geeks are fucked up man... Hehe... but I love them anyway.

I'm going to make a confession here - I am not a music geek. I love music - all kinds of music, some of which you'd be like, "Damn, that girl's got taste in music!", and some other stuff where you'd probably slap me in the face in shame and betrayal, but don't for a second think I know fuck all about what I listen to. Don't assume that because I like GNR that I got their cd for my 11th birthday and grew up lusting after Axl Rose (that's Datura you're thinking about).

I grew up listening to the Oldies and disco because of my mom. It wasn't until I was in grade 4 when I was only vaguely aware of the music industry. The first pop album I ever listened to on my own was Madonna's True Blue. I know the words to every song on the album (and it infuriated me when one of the Osbourne anomolies covered Papa Don't Preach). My first CD was Ace of Bace - The Bridge (not even their first album). I only own a handful of CDs because I had an amazing collection of MP3s during high school (about 200 - which at the time of dial-up, represented thousands of hours wasted when my mom and I would fight about the phone line and she'd threaten to throw out my computer). I loved OLP, I Mother Earth, Limp Bizkit (before they lost the guy with the freaky eyes), Chemical Brothers and Prodigy. When high school started and it was all about hip hop and R&B, so I listened to Missy Elliot, Lil Kim, Aaliyah, Coolio, Biggie, and RuffRyders. I know the words to a lot of BSB songs (not by choice), I own the first Spice Girls CD, and I used to watch S Club.

In grade 7 or 8, my friend Donna told my other friend Allison that I had no taste in music. I think from that point on, I realised that I couldn't stay in baby lala land forever (ah... a young girl's introduction into commercialism). I started watching Much Music like 24 hours a day. It's funny to think about because Donna is one of my dearest friends, and a true music connoisseur/artistgirl. Too bad about the serious emotional problems, which is usually the price you pay to be THAT artistic.

Then there was my ex-boyfriend The Musician. He got me interested in the trendier artists like Radiohead and Esthero. I bought him the Hail to the Theif album for Christmas - the Christmas we broke up - but I kept the poster that came with it! Muhahahahahaha! Still haven't put it up though - I plan on placing it strategically in my art studio once it's been cleaned out to remind me that though our love had been temporary - my love for Radiohead still lives on. He was a big snob though, and it was starting to rub off on me, which is bad when someone is trying to open up to new experiences and new music.

Now there is Ryan, the Music Geek & Aspiring Musician. He's a genius and he took me to my first concert (Bob Dylan), and he's constantly encouraging me to listen to new music. I don't like everything he likes, but every once in awhile, he unearths a band that I can actually call my own. Sometimes, you have to swim in the sea to catch the big fish.

Anyway, that's my confession. I've forayed into the best and the worst, and I don't regret a single bleary note of it.