I pulled an all-nighter. My projected bed time was 3am, and wakeup time 7am - so I didn't really see the point of the four hours. So I just took a couple Greek lessons. I would type out some of the stuff that I learned, but it's too much time. If you see me, tell me to say something. I'll say "the women and the men run," only in Greek.
I'm in the lobby watching TV. When one channel turns the infomericals on, I go to MTV. They still play music videos, but only at odd hours of the morning. Music videos make me laugh.
I feel like Music runs on it's own time. The meaning put in a couple lines is kind of like Inception. The deeper you go, the longer it lasts, so when song is converted to music video format, it's like the infiniteness of a song gets restricted to a movie - an introduction, a conflict, a rise, a fall, and a fade to black. But in the end, you realize the man running in the movie isn't telling us about the song, the song is telling us a story about the man.
I am just a confusing music video. There's dancing and a couple of guitars and a really vague plot about romance. The music - the music is a little fuzzy. One of the channels keeps cutting out. The bass sucks. Crap - some man with a key-tar just popped out! No, he's gone now, but here comes a tall blonde woman wearing overalls made of fabric sheets. What does it mean? Two white rappers appear to be dancing around a pot of gold!
But the music! If only we could hear what the singer was singing - maybe we could makes sense of this.
Gahhhh I need that stereo.
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