The other night I downloaded the latest episode from Glee (an itunes season pass was a gift to myself from myself), fully enjoying myself and the latest in Glee remakes, when all of a sudden, Rachel refers to U2's song "One" as classic rock.
WHAT??????
If I remember correctly, and believe me I do, the song "One" comes from U2's Achtung Baby (an album which changed my life) circa 1991. 1991, not 1971. Put this together with another incident when I was listening to the classic rock station and they busted out a song from Pearl Jam's album, Ten. Then combine that with the newly revamped station 101.9 -GenX music (as opposed to 101.9 the end formerly 107.5 the end for all those who have moved from Utah) and I'm starting to feel a trend here.
Which begs the question: When does music actually fall into the 'classic' category?
To me, classic rock hails to us from the 70's. That's classic. The 90's were merely a decade ago. And what about the 80's? I've never heard INXS or Depeche Mode being referred to as classic rock. It's as if they've skipped the 'classic' genre altogether. I don't get it.
Maybe I'm a little touchy because I love 90's music. Give me some Alice In Chains or STP and a flannel shirt paired with some chucks and I'm good. Sarah Mclachlan? Her music defined me. Alannis Morissette? Turn it up and let me wail right along with her! U2? Can't live without 'em. Dave Matthews? I'll follow them anywhere.
Anywhere except a classic rock station.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Comment on (not) waking up in Vegas.......
I was supposed to be in Vegas this weekend. But I'm not.
Why not? You may ask.
Because I had a feeling. A very strong feeling that I shouldn't go. So strong that I couldn't deny it. I waited a couple of days before breaking the news to my friends. It was really really hard because I really wanted to go. Nobody wants to miss out on a good time, especially with friends that I love to spend time with.
And yet, I'm home.
As I've thought about why I backed out of Vegas-I realized that I've had a similar experience before.
Back in Idaho my friends wanted to go see a concert by the group Brand New. They were playing in Salt Lake so we decided to go to the big city for the weekend and see the band. I was really excited about it because I loved my friends and I planned on having a good time.
We finally get to the Venue, where the concert was being held. We waited in line on a hot June afternoon for what felt like an eternity before we finally got in. We staked out some spots and were in the midst of waiting for the opening act to start when I began to get really uneasy. I didn't feel very comfortable about being there. It was weird-nobody else seemed to feel that way except for me. I didn't say anything until a few minutes later when one of the girls said she wanted to leave. I jumped on that and we both ended up leaving, and met up with everyone after the concert.
So why did I have the feeling to leave the concert? I have no idea. Everyone who went had a great time. The band played every song you'd want to hear from them. Nobody got hurt or died. And yet I felt an undeniable need to get out of there.
Fast forward to the present. I know my friends are having a great time based on the text messages I've received. I don't know why I wasn't supposed to go and I may never know. But I do know that I've followed that feeling that's come to me from the Holy Ghost letting me know when I could get into a situation that's not to best for me. Or maybe I'm supposed to learn to follow the Spirit even if I don't understand the reasons behind it. Or maybe to realize that even though it's scary to tell your friends no, it's ok because they won't care if they're really your friends.
I think those are some good lessons to learn-don't you?
Why not? You may ask.
Because I had a feeling. A very strong feeling that I shouldn't go. So strong that I couldn't deny it. I waited a couple of days before breaking the news to my friends. It was really really hard because I really wanted to go. Nobody wants to miss out on a good time, especially with friends that I love to spend time with.
And yet, I'm home.
As I've thought about why I backed out of Vegas-I realized that I've had a similar experience before.
Back in Idaho my friends wanted to go see a concert by the group Brand New. They were playing in Salt Lake so we decided to go to the big city for the weekend and see the band. I was really excited about it because I loved my friends and I planned on having a good time.
We finally get to the Venue, where the concert was being held. We waited in line on a hot June afternoon for what felt like an eternity before we finally got in. We staked out some spots and were in the midst of waiting for the opening act to start when I began to get really uneasy. I didn't feel very comfortable about being there. It was weird-nobody else seemed to feel that way except for me. I didn't say anything until a few minutes later when one of the girls said she wanted to leave. I jumped on that and we both ended up leaving, and met up with everyone after the concert.
So why did I have the feeling to leave the concert? I have no idea. Everyone who went had a great time. The band played every song you'd want to hear from them. Nobody got hurt or died. And yet I felt an undeniable need to get out of there.
Fast forward to the present. I know my friends are having a great time based on the text messages I've received. I don't know why I wasn't supposed to go and I may never know. But I do know that I've followed that feeling that's come to me from the Holy Ghost letting me know when I could get into a situation that's not to best for me. Or maybe I'm supposed to learn to follow the Spirit even if I don't understand the reasons behind it. Or maybe to realize that even though it's scary to tell your friends no, it's ok because they won't care if they're really your friends.
I think those are some good lessons to learn-don't you?
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