Sometimes I develop a romantic notion in my head of a place – somewhere I have usually never even been to – which bears absolutely no relation to reality. Well, now it is the turn of Canada.
Nu-Metal was a fashion, but I liked it; it was a fusion of metal and hip-hop, and I grew up listening to it. When prevailing tastes changed, I felt alienated.
In the hands of fate lies a dilemma: would we ever be safe; could we ever survive; should we ever have come?
I am currently bored to the back teeth of all of the music in my collection. This displeases me.
Context. This is nothing compared to millennia of subjugation. This is nothing compared to being treated as the property of other people in the society you are part of.
In the beginning there was music. It was little more than hairy little people banging sticks and rocks and the like together in order to create rhythms. It brought us together and it entertained us.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I like to cook. In fact I like to cook rather a lot: I do it most days.