Dave's Top Picks: The Jump

This post is about another, lesser-known trademark of mine--my weird taste in music. I once heard my girlfriend say my head has a music library in it. When a friend knows the lyrics to a song but has forgotten the title, I'm the one to turn to. I think music takes up a big part of why I smile a lot. If you're heartbroken, happy, angry, or numb, and are living under a form of government that bans LSD and ganja, what do you turn to? Music. "You know that's right."

I'm a big fan of raves, concerts, and nightlife. Music is my way of cheating consciousness. I once read about freedom being an illusion in all its forms. I say, no. Everything has a price, yes, and limitation, and order, but inside your head nothing restricts you. Your only limit is what you know; what you can imagine. It might be wasteful thinking half the time, but the most absolute freedom exists there. 

Sadly though, my mp3 player went missing last week and I've been struggling day after day without music since. Do I make it sound harsh? Good. Now you know the gravity between me and the form of art. Looking at my blog, I was surprised I have not once posted about music. Well now I'm telling you: this won't be the first time.

In honor of my lost mp3 player, forever lost, I've created (drum roll) Dave's Top Picks! Every now and then (code for whenever I feel like it), I'll be posting the chosen few among my 16 gigabyte and growing song + album collection. Tunes will be classified by genre, ranked according to how good I think they sound, and posted with their description and the reason they made the list. Quick reminder: notice the "I think," in "how good I think they sound?" Music you're likely to come across in my blog is rated according to how good they fit my taste. Take a little tour around Youtube, what do you find? More artistry in comments about which singer sings better, which band plays harder, which rapper's got more swag, even which religion to believe in, than in the music videos and the songs themselves. If any song I post offends your gender, your race, your atheism, religion, drug habit, or love life, please exit. We all have different tastes: my music doesn't have to melt in your mouth.

So, this it. Strap on your wet suit. It's you and me about to fall into the ocean of sub-genres, bass lines and record labels. Ready to jump?