Last hurrah for emo
As far as I can remember, music and bands like the one above thrived in 2003 up to early 2007. After then, we heard a lot of guys and gals who pose as musicians, but in fact are thugs and whores singing about sex, drugs, having good time and all that jazz. If we only can throw justin bieber, ariana grande, nicki minaj or iggy azalea off the building or boat...
Anyways...
When music is bad, we take the trip down memory lane on YouTube to relive memories of great music and great artists whose voice we no longer hear on the radio... because FM stations are going with the flow, the bad flow. Music used to be all about artistry. Now, it's all about gyrating, thuggery, showing off the boobs and shaking that booties. Ughhh!
The feelings and nostalgia every time we hear old songs. It makes us feel super old. Memory lanes flashing before us. We wish we could go back a little while. Timeless. Awesome.
Today's artists got nothing on the ones who used to hold the mic and play the instruments.
Old music = memories of old loves
What do I remember of the song "Until The Day I Die"? Or what do you remember?
Old loves? The one you swore to love until death? It's years now and you have already forgotten their names. It sucks that sometimes when we relive the past, we wish we could go back in time. We would have played it all way differently. We wish we would have sat back and not tried so hard. We could have moved on to the next person or else pursued a hobby or two.
We could have loved a different person. We would have done different things or done things differently.
It sucks to remember old music and past hurts at the same time. But music soothes the soul. Bad memories don't.
We heard. We had tried.
To my former objects of infatuation, I regretted having been infatuated over you.
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