I am the terminator. I am the embodiment of cool and collected. I guess that’s what Daft Punk does to me. Want to see me turn into a blubbering mess? Put some Damien Rice on or Death Cab for Cutie. Need that extra zip in the morning play me Le Tigre. I am a creature of audio servitude.
Aren’t we all? The mysterious ways that the outward experience is shaped by the inward. Transforming audio signals into recognizable brain waves we can alter the perception of exterior stimulus. Music makes things taste better. Listen to the wrong song while you’re eating your Cocoa Puffs and you might just end up back in bed. About to meet a girl for the first time, I recommend Dave Brubeck - Take Five
But maybe it’s not all just nuanced on the fly emotion? I can remember the exact song that was playing as I made the inaugural step outside of my comfort zone. It was Death Cab for Cutie - Marching Bands of Manhattan. The sensations tied to that audio memory will always be firmly planted in my neurosis.
When all else fails Ice Cube knows how to make anything right with Today Was a Good Day.
April 10th, 2010
2 Comments at "I am the Terminator"
and to think that some try to argue that listening to hard core rap doesn’t affect teenagers’ behavior….
Now now buh-nessa (if that’s your real name) I think hardcore rap is empowering. It’s teaching life lessons in bite sized easy chew caplet form.
“…You either have a nasty jump shot or you’re slinging crack rock…”
If those aren’t words to live by, I don’t know what are.
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