Over here at Casa De Meow we’ve been going through the task of uploading CDs into our iTunes library.

It’s kind of boring, but once you get into the thing it’s painless.  And really, who’s going to complain about listening to music, right?

Well.

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For one, music is a very inflammatory subject.  When those sparkly-clean and pretty people sang about buying the world a Coke and the world being a better place because of it, they lied categorically.  But people bought it because it was a catchy song.

Music is actually the great divider, which is why those magical occasions when EVERYONE finds themselves knowing the motions to the "Macarena" or doing the stomp-stomp- clap of "We Will Rock You" or whipping out lighters and joining in the chorus while belting out "Don’t Stop Believing" THAT is the rare song and the rare moment that needs to be treasured and pulled aside and examined.  It is rare.  It is magical and it is special because so many people can relate to it. 

On the other hand, as with everything –colors, tv shows, blogs, etc.– most things hold meaning for certain segments of the population while drawing an emotional and cultural blank for others.  And then there are the people who actively seek to make your likes and loves the object of scorn and ridicule while campaigning for their own as superior and awesomer and even perhaps, more indie.  If you’re not sure where you stand on the indie spectrum, you may take a quiz to find out by clicking here.

"It’s not as though I really need you./If you were here I’d only bleed you."