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I'm feeling kind of blah at the moment- might just be the hormones talking. I feel frustrated at work. I love it, don't get me wrong- but I just get frustrated. I would do anything for these kids. And I guess I just feel frustrated with people who work there and don't feel the same way.

I want so badly to jump on the whole "Panic at the Disco has changed" train- but many have said what I would have said and better. And for the record, no. I don't like their new album either. I fear they will go the way of Good Charlotte and even Simple plan to some extent. But I will never stop loving their first album- that's for sure.

Music- it's so important to me it's such a part of me. It's been a constant since my mom was pregnant with me- she used to play music for me- Paul Winter and his whale sounds.

When my brother and I were little on Friday nights my dad used to play DJ and after dinner we'd hang out in the living room and listen to records. Actual records, smooth and black and worn with age. And he'd play the Beatles, the Stones, Simon and Garfunkel, Jethro Tull. Anything and everything. My first concert was when I was nine. I saw James Taylor when I was 11 or 12. And it just kept on going.

So I take music very seriously I guess is the point of all this. It doesn't make me an authority on anything- but then again what makes anyone an authority on anything? A degree? Or a love of what they are talking about?

I'm rambling, but it comes down to this. The music I love touches me in ways I can never shake off. Panic's first album does this to me. Good Charlotte's first and second album does this to me. All of FOB's albums do this to me. Rancid does this to me. Panic's new album- not so much.

Then again, what do I know. I'm no expert.

Have a good day everyone...

Current Mood:	blah
Current Music:	FOB, "Sophomore Slump or the Comeback of the Year"