Music is my life.
It's probably one of the most overused phrases on a college campus, especially by fratastic bros trying to pick up girls at the bar.
However, for some of us, music is in fact the air we breathe. If I could inhale The Decemberists' "Hazards of Love" album, I probably would.
I like to think I have pretty decent taste in music. I'm not a music snob, like my boyfriend who discards artists almost as quickly as he downloads them.
I do appreciate some Animal Collective and the always spirit-lifting Vampire Weekend.
I too was appalled by Miley Cyrus' debut and continue to hope the Senate will ban her music due to obscenity.
But here's the but.
I also still enjoy a lot of the awful music of my youth and I can't seem to shake it.
We're talking N*SYNC, TLC, Destiny's Child, the works.
It doesn't stop there. I can't get enough of the awful hip-hop that graced my high school years.
When I'm getting ready to go out, Grillz and Lean wit it, Rock wit it get me pants-pissing excited. If "This is How We Do It" comes on the radio, I know it's going to be a good night.
My question is, how can I balance these two extreme halves of myself?
It's Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde reincarnated and I love it.
Except when people get in my car.
All too often, I crank the car with my unsuspecting guest and cringe apologetically when "Crank Dat Soulja Boy" is bumping through my CD player.
At this point, I'm tired of being judged for musical selections that only show half of who I am. It's not as though I'm the only person to ever enjoy awful music (but I guess not all admit it via public forum).
I just want to go back to that time in my life.
In my early 20s I am already in the mindset of my parents.
I just want to listen to my music and go back to a simpler time.
I listen to Ricky Martin and escape to car rides with my mom to the mall. The Men in Black theme songs always take me back to jamming out with my dad before an Auburn event.
In a weird way, music helps me remember and forget simultaneously.
So, be wary next time you get in my car.
You never know when a fit of Boyz II Men will take over.
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